Fatality at BirchwoodA Poem by Adam ParkerWhile I was on the train the conducted made an announcement that someone had committed suicide on the tracks. This is my view of what happened.ensconced in present time I secure my seat on the train while Prying eyes glare at diamonds more precious than my own They stare into my privatised prison , but I think of home ideas , thoughts and visions collect and form a steady pile Meanwhile, my stream of consciousness flows down river I turn off my mind relax and float downstream they open a newspaper , and look at lizards that snarl and slither I ponder if it's hatred that spawns greed Or is it instinctive need that makes people collect rather than recollect ? a voice breaks the silence and echoes on the microphone people hastily fumble with their Coke cans, cold A Mersey voice states someone will never make it home A fatality at birchwood, some stops are cancelled an iridescent fumbling of bags and. crisps violent images of blood and gore fall flat Splat just like that Sorely missed. People say "that's not good" they say "well isn't that just a darn shame" but in truth they are misunderstood They don't understand the pain their minds are focused on their train, their loss their cancelled stops Not on the person standing on the edge of the tracks With head cocked back an depression set in stone They don't think that they could be on tracks of their own If circumstance abated and things went out of whack Because the middle class mobb runs deep It's survival of the fittest and only the strong survive empathy has been removed , in selfishness they keep Their eyes focused on themselves, to no surprise . © 2017 Adam Parker |
StatsAuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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