Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Walking backward is awkward at best,
seeing with eyes from behind.
Stalking the twilight memories
reeling past in agonizing slow motion.
Visions of past, sweet and bitter
with no purpose other than the passing of time.
A life lived as in a dream,
with reality’s shatterproof heart.
Walking backward through emotions of old
renewed over and over in silent replay….
Sweetest of all on hold - held dear,
and wanting to live them again.
Yet how can a soul reach outward and grow,
with the promise of futures unknown,
when Walking Backward………….
Posted by The Quiet Riot