Childhood Room

Books everywhere and an A to Z
Notepads full of old
Scribblings
Fat with forgotten memories
Patterned carpets clock
off something in my head
Cushions,
Really shit CDs,
Old pictures and an unmade bed
Is this failure?
Have I fooled myself
Into winning time away from these things?
Or is returning
Indefinitely
Got its own benefits
to bring.