Lost
Took a new route, lost in the a backstreet; Concrete jungle, trapped where the roads meet; Towering buildings, landmarks in the skyline; Beacons to guide me and tell me I’ll be fine; I’m not worried, getting lost is alright by me; Wandering through the dark, feeling kind of free; The right kind of ambiance in my ears; Stepping back in time through the years; Strangers wandering to and fro; Lives passing by all on their own; Each with their own story to tell; Lost in the city I don't know well; Old brick paths and tall iron fences; The old city breathes through all of my senses; The war torn city has a soul of it’s own; I take it all in, wandering alone. Written by: Ben Davies Genre: Free Form Poetry Word Count: 123 Inspiration: Shockingly this is based on me actually getting lost on the way home in Coventry.