Rewind by Richard VinceWith bare feet on carpet
I walk forward,
Trying to avoid the floorboards
Which creak under my weight
So I don't wake anyone.
I push my door gently inwards,
Into a room of walls.
When I was younger, I used to
Sit in rooms and try
My hardest to wish away
The walls, and the ceiling,
And anything else that
Stopped me from being free
And letting the sky take me.
Now I feel the warm wind
Blowing through my fingers
And into my face.
The soft, comforting air
Curls its fingers around my hands
And wraps its arms around me,
So I smile gently
At the clouds floating above
The yellow glare of the city.
But now, the walls feel
Closer again, more solid.
Like someone has pressed a button
To make the room shrink
And crush me to death.
So I wonder at how far
Backwards I have gone,
Retreating into the chasm
Inside my soul...
This shrinking room
Filled with nothing
But the hurt I caused.
If I did wake anyone,
They would see me walking backwards. 02/05/2002 Posted on 02/05/2002 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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