Seb Poem by Emily Lloyd

One foot in front of the other,
That’s how the saying goes,
That’s not how it really happens,

The world a mysterious place,
A dark and gruesome tunnel,
Always leading to darkness,
But there is always light at the end of the tunnel,

There will always be something to cling to,
Someone to help you,
I just didn’t know that,
I couldn’t find my light,

Childhood a dream a mirage,
A constant haul of distress,
A feeling of worthlessness,
A feeling that lead to pills,
A feeling that lead to death,

It felt like an itch,
That you could never quite get,
An itch that quickly manifested,
The beginning,
The end,
Are all that matters,

And I reached the end too soon,

I’m on a carousel,
Going round and round,
Like history repeating itself,
I never quite knew when to stop,
To think if it could happen again,
To think maybe I could stop it,

And of course I finally did,
I pushed it aside,
And as the saying goes I put one foot in front of the other,