|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Return
Contributed by
MyConscious
on
Thursday, 29th January 2009 @ 01:07:58 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
|
The station is bare The railings are cold Whose hand touched them last, And where did they go? The metro is gone Through a tunnel of black My things I gather And emerge from the tracks
The streets have turned empty The lamp lights are turned off The trees are all grey And all the shops are boarded up Curtains are closed and Fog hides the sky Is there anyone still here, Did I miss the goodbye?
Ancient homes line streets Their windows feel like eyes No children are laughing Did they all grow up or did they hide? The old school is abandoned The merry-go-round is rust I hear whispers from the field Nothing is there when I turn to look
Inside the school Halls are filled with chairs Where is my desk, I wonder, Who was the last to sit there? Colorful pictures still cover the walls A police officer, doctor, a monster But who..- A siren sounds, am I awake?
All of a sudden I cannot hear my words I cannot feel my face
Copyright ©
MyConscious
... [
2009-01-29 01:07:58] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
|