Me...
Train
A train rushing round the track
never looking back
speeding
Then a sharp bend
END
CRASH
Broken
but
Still repairable
A hand reaches out
puts it back on track
Slowly it moves again
not as fast
still moving
but
still
broken
My Life, I am that Train.
Poetry by Blilith
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Written on 2012-03-11 at 11:14
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