My once great stride,
has now become a crawl,
leaving the light of the world,
for four haunting walls
far more confined
than I remember them to be,
closing in until
there is nothing left of me.
Two left feet
lead me to my knees
to brace the narrow halls
and beg for mercy.
Do I turn around,
hands for my eyes
until they finally touch
what kissed me goodbye.
I may limp on through,
reach the end with a crutch,
the end is close enough to see
yet too far to touch.