Away From Here

first it was a lot of silence
then I may have felt a little anger
at myself, displaced
and directed at the world
passively, as I could get no further than
face to face
before everything has already fallen away
selfishly, how ever I keep closing my eyes

where to go
every step towards what I want seems to be a step backwards
if I follow the flow, I can
hop, skip and jump
over
but, I've
gotten lodged long before this poem began

You can hear the tightness in the howl of the wind
And now that I'm sitting alone again, I can begin to remember
Why I keep myself under wraps
Why I keep moving without thinking

Just as long as that noise fades
If I can just stop thinking about it