I was lost, I don’t know where
In a place I call despair.
Too far one day I strayed inside
Looking for a way to hide.
There is no rest in this dark place
Where wrongs and hurts and monsters chase.
A day, a week, a month, a year
Lost in this mess of evergreen fear,
Growing inside me like a cancer,
I run and search for the answer.
To the question I should go,
To The Pool of Human Woe.
I travel from the end to start
To its still and clouded heart.
There I peer into the water
And see myself mother and daughter,
An endless frozen stream of time,
Trapped in this moment in my mind.
I gaze into my cold dead eye
And choke on tears I will not cry.
Fire, rage, rock and thunder
Could not help me put asunder
Dark, and demons, pain and strife
Destruction cannot bring forth life.
In defeat and desperate love
An ageless light there shone above
Mist thinned and ice departed
I reached out warm hearted.
With every ounce that I am brave
It is myself I choose to save.
I like to write short stories which come from my Welsh roots with a sprinkle of magic and mysticism.
As an autistic person my poetry often reflects my experience of existence, and is an expression of being neurodiverse.
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E. Travelli 
Really lovely! 🙂
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