Revisiting*

The girl with the angel eyes
Cries
Out in oblivion
Stretching her hands
Fingers spread like clutching sea-stars
Searching in darkness
And walking past her is an agony
Of pity.
Twisted feelings inside my stomach
Making my way over scattered toys,
Jumbled impossible memories
Sniffing the stale air
Aspiring to be free from this nightmare I gasp
The drunken man,
Swathed in dank musty curtains
Vomits, loudly, painfully,
And I realise
Suddenly
That the girl with the angel eyes,
Watching the wall behind my head
Is blind.