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.