Old moviesA Poem by emz
Sitting on the platform, of this dirty, rundown station, i close my eyes and play my old memories inside my head, I'm older, wiser now with much more patience, There will be no more tears left to shed.
My memories float before me like an old movie, I smile but my lips do not move, I open my eyes and the dull smokey air fills my lungs, I look to the side and see a wonderful image of love.
I allow one last teardrop to fall, A man hands me a clean white tissue, I wipe the salty droplet and face the wall, I reapply ruby red lipstick, a touch of fragrance too.
The train approaches, the whistle blows, I rise to my feet, and board onto my new life, A new chapter a new scene a new show, Leaving all my memories behind me, no longer a mother or a wife. © 2008 emzFeatured Review
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Added on June 22, 2008Last Updated on June 22, 2008 Authoremzsunderland, EnglandAboutMy name is Emma, i have been writing poetry since i was a young girl. I am also in the process of writing a novel. This is a complete different dicipline and i am finding it hard but will not give up... more..Writing
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