Whistle of the train rising higher and higher

The sirens blowing wilder wilder

With every alarm the heart goes racing

And the gong goes banging 

The whispering soul gently murmurs 

Waking from the deep rooted slumber

The tick tocks and bang rings unaffected

Falling on deaf ears of cremated souls

The bodies move with conscience subdued

With lapsing time a passage eerie and silent

A name echoed on the mountain of pride



◄ It hurts

Committed!!! ►


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Fri 12th Jul 2019 15:23

Thank you dear Rose annd Devon for reading and liking the poem. 💐

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Rose Casserley

Wed 10th Jul 2019 13:21

love the mixture of noise and spookiness in this poem Do.Rothy.

Rose 💋

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Devon Brock

Wed 10th Jul 2019 11:00

Dorothy, the tension that builds in this poem through the booming sounds in contrast to the title is solid as hell. 😃


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