Shame Poem by Victoria Hardy

They say when a man
Is tired of London,
He is tired of life…
Am I tired of life?
Or is this the inevitable pain
Of losing someone once again…
I take a breath
Hoping it will go away
Yet I can't seem to know myself
I became a stranger to myself.
A feeling of lostness, unsureness
Don't go away
Where I belong, what I want to do remains
A question mark in this unfamiliar feeling.
For the first time my beloved London,
I am a stranger in you
I can't feel close to you
I am lost.
I don't know anyone suddenly.
Everything used to seem more English
Everything seemed more fun
Younger.
Yet it is so dull now
And I am stuck
The devil took my memories.

Going through Westminster, South Bank
I still admire you.
You look so beautiful Bensy
My first promise in this city…
My freedom, my friend
And I say to myself
‘Well we're alone once again Bensy! '
How can I forget what I've been through in thic city
You were a witness
And I've always been the girl
Holding huge hopes and big dreams
But this time…
I feel I am stuck.
And it is such a shame.