out of this pigpen

Like burnt wood my heart remembers a life of beauty, of radiance and fresh life that was pure

Untouched by your hand, untouched by man, living a life obscure

I was taken for granted back then, when I was untouched by men

I am taken for granted now and left to burn like a rotten sow

I’m not sure quite what happened, I know it was a sin

For my memories are hazed but you are there within

I am a shadow of my former self

I cannot be her again

I need to find a way to be, out of this pigpen

I have no idea what was going on in my head when I wrote this, don’t ask me what this poem is about because it’s obscure even to its writer ha-ha make what you will of it.