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Walking backwards
Why am I walking backwards?
Staggering through jagged paths.
Hoping to stumble in the right direction to rewrite my past.
Found myself in a desert plain with a horizon so vast.
Why am I walking backwards?
Will today be my last?
Strapped to a ball and chain filled with stress, anger, and pain.
Bottle it all up and set it in glass.
Why am I walking backwards?
Why do I even ask?
How come surviving everyday has to feel like an ungodly task?
Pressing my hands together, praying for the answers to questions I've already asked.
I feel like a prisoner of my own isolated concious.
Trapped in the walls of nonsense.
Cagged by the bars of my own delusions, I'm no more than a dwarf in a flask.
Why am I walking backwards?
I swear that's the last time I'll ever ask.
Staggering through jagged paths.
Hoping to stumble in the right direction to rewrite my past.
Found myself in a desert plain with a horizon so vast.
Why am I walking backwards?
Will today be my last?
Strapped to a ball and chain filled with stress, anger, and pain.
Bottle it all up and set it in glass.
Why am I walking backwards?
Why do I even ask?
How come surviving everyday has to feel like an ungodly task?
Pressing my hands together, praying for the answers to questions I've already asked.
I feel like a prisoner of my own isolated concious.
Trapped in the walls of nonsense.
Cagged by the bars of my own delusions, I'm no more than a dwarf in a flask.
Why am I walking backwards?
I swear that's the last time I'll ever ask.
Published 11th Mar 2019
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3rd May 2019 2:39am
Many people can relate to your poem, including myself, which made the reading experience all the more impactful. I often find myself at a standstill: trying desperately to move forward, yet my past is also a heavy burden on my conscious. I'm left not knowing how to deal with it.
Your poem sums up in an elegant form the struggle many people go through. Nicely done.
Your poem sums up in an elegant form the struggle many people go through. Nicely done.
