Exit through the revolving door …
Paused
with wispy click
somewhere between an in and exhale
and I reckon you suppose ..
This time ..again.. that you can still
rewind and cope
I wish I had your keys of
Undo
delete
Restart
or Reset
But I am just a jailbird of the pause
Red suit , a number , a cell
a squeaky door
a tiny window
and a sign of
Exit …….. well lit
But who sees ?
Or believes
What the sign
Suggests…
So once more
Predictably like a revolving door ..
The useless limbs and the careless dreams
pile in the dismal corner
Of defeat..
Waiting for a call
- I detest -
to rest ..
TarekOfCairo
Posted on September 5, 2012, in Photography, Poems and tagged balck and white, despair, Destiny, iphone, Life, Photography, Poems, poetry, TarekOfCairo. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
very well written.
Thank you dear nightlake …
Aren’t we all that jailbird… imprisoned in a present that is not ours, and wish if we go back to a past never meant to be ours… idiotically thinking we can replay our life on another screen..! Exit signs used to bug me.. now I know why
Thank you for the mood you poured on my day.. This was so delicate..
… And we think at one point of naivety , that we are unique in this desire to rewrite life … See how frequent each one of us use these keyboard keys and imagine how our lives would be with these wispy little keys slaves to our fingers … I am glad you felt these words , i sometimes wonder how can anybody comperhend what my confused self tells me … Thank you dear …
Yes — it is a fantasy I think we call have — if we could do it again – press the delete button – rewind the tape and begin again. This was a deep and thought-provoking piece Tarek, on many levels. Thank you dear one xo… ~RL
Sometimes life gives us a second chance .. A rre redo gesture of generosity .. But how many of these you get in a lif time … and who else and what else is affected … I agree .. its a fantasy and may be a miracle .. and I am still a believer in miracles … Thank you Robyn and missed your posts …