The Gap

I stopped and stared at the blood by my feet

And breathed in the air that used to be sweet

I wondered how I’d got here, that I stood on this tile

The collection of my choices mirrored a life in a pile

‘Tormented’ I’d been told and yet to love myself

Not complicit with my perceptions as a warrior of stealth

Bound to battle as a gladiator on a stained red ground

A train platform is where my feet were to be found

I filled my lungs with the returning sugar air

Knowing fate had placed me when you swished away your hair

Laying sword and armour down signalled the end of my fight

When by chance I saw you smile, I had finally found my light