The Man on the TrainA Poem by That1Nerd23
I see a man six feet
tall Dark skin and greying
hair He has little
strength, if at all I see hurt behind his
stare There is no joy and
much discomfort Written on his ageing
face You can see the hard
work and effort By his persuasive grace But he’s running,
yes, he’s fleeing There’s no more
looking back He’s tired and can’t
stand seeing The strength and
boldness he lacked And now he sits here
waiting Across from me on
this train He says not a word, he’s
not complaining But inside he’s going
insane So he lives in fear
of the past recreating Yet lives also in
fear of change He sits broken from
the mess he’s making His problems simply rearrange © 2012 That1Nerd23Reviews
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16 Reviews Added on September 25, 2012 Last Updated on October 1, 2012 AuthorThat1Nerd23OHAbout"I believe that life is chaotic, a jumble of accidents, ambitions, misconceptions, bold intentions, lazy happenstances, and unintended consequences, yet I also believe that there are connections that .. more..Writing
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