The Slide Poem by David Blake

To all the things I have seen, and
owned, and loved in vain I now
compose these lines. Seeing the
world through blurry eyes, Living
in mortal sin, I regress back to
then. Going home slowly with
each small step, taking a chance
on a life that is tattered and thin, I
refuse to love her again. Letting
go of the crown that once sat
upon my head, I now only want to
go home and hide from the eye’s
that see within.