pounding (Remove filter)
Slow Train to Freedom
Slow Train to Freedom
Have you ever had the feeling, late one night,
that you're pounding down an ever-narrowing path
without the strength to either flee or fight?
Your feet touch with fear this wanton, ferocious earth,
but the stars reflected in your teal-blue eyes
are the brazier-fires of a homeless hearth.
Then a slow train, velvet-clad under coated skies,
pass...
Friday 22nd December 2017 1:51 pm

Recent Comments
LEON STOLGARD on Mabel is here!
10 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Mabel is here!
2 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Mabel is here!
2 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Mother Of Mine
3 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Highly Enriched
3 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Goodbye my precious Father
3 hours ago
John Coopey on WORK IS JUST A FOUR LETTER WORD
3 hours ago
Frances Macaulay Forde on Furnishings
20 hours ago
Gillian P on Pondering
23 hours ago
Gillian P on Pondering
23 hours ago