Hi Internet. I am not really sure what this is meant to be, I guess a poem or something of similar ilk. All I do know is that I found it in the notes section of my iPods dated some time last year and after the hype of recent Sherlock-y events this seemed as good as time as any to post it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or the plotlines surrounding it and causing us as the watching public great pain. I am not that cruel. I do however own this piece of writing or whatever it should be labelled.
Enjoy.
Clever. A clever idiot patrolling the streets of the Capital
With your friend just behind you
Keeping that little bit of you in the real world
Away from the fantasies of your own mind
The nightmares that lie within your very soul
The lost cupboards of your palace
You may be able to see through others Mr Sherlock Holmes but the system works both ways
You try to perceive yourself as a mirror
A opaque object that does not hint at the truth
But your eyes betray you
Shining a single tormented light out of your soul
The same soul you wish to hide away
Lock up and loose the key for
You have seen more than any man should
But you yearn for more of it.
A hunger so large that nothing can truly vanquish it
Companionship and work have tried
But just as knowledge they have failed
Paused in their tracks by a hidden source
Of turbulence and fear ; a troubled childhood wrapped away between a fog of memories too dull to remember but too poignant to forget
Your hair and your gait
Scruffy and yet refined
Bring out the years paused when everything went wrong
The years of laughter and excitement
Adventure and mishap
Scolding and redemption
All blended with the responsible
Who wishes now to play
You're protected, your colleague
Set out to watch over you while you experience the younger years
Ever patient and ever caring
The father figure you never had
A confused child.
Bundled up in a big black coat with unruly hair
Let loose on a childhood under a watchful eye
Understanding what went wrong and what was missed
Recuperating on the losses and redeeming the joy
Sherlock Holmes, look at you know
Taller and sleeker but no less young
As the days when life was paused and everything changed
You judge others to escape from judging yourself
Whiling away in self-pity while the heavens open and the emotion fight for freedom
Never once yet have they won
But soon. Soon they will escape through the chinks in the armour
And fly free.
Far away from the child in the big black cost
Away from the tormented mind of a troubled teen
Away from you Mr Sherlock Holmes
And what shell of a person will they leave behind?
Thoughts? Comments? Questions?