Stormy barn south of the X-wayA Poem by LaurenThe empty path is home to a great company of shadows - ghostly passengers on a westbound train headed nowhere in particular. They sit on barbed wire remnants and dry leaves, scraping up broken dreams in the blistering September heat. Smiling through the lack of happiness, aching though they feel no pain - day in, day out I watch them fall from the dead-end bridge, hanging over murky waters in a forest I shall never see. © 2008 Lauren |
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Added on April 2, 2008 |