The train rattles on
With that familiar rhythm,
I've felt it a thousand times,
But today it brings no
Sweet memories
Only miseries.
Cliffs rise up,
And I remember
How I walked them alone;
But knowing that I
Was welcome home,
Even cold and drenched
With esturine chill.
The sands seem to call
Like long-lost ghosts,
All those souls
Who lost their way -
Disappeared beneath the mud
Memories stuck there
Will forever stay.
How I wish you cared
And wanted me,
Your only child
Who has never lived up
To what you wanted her to be.
But I'm just me...
I fear I'll never measure up,
So sorry.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2019 11:19
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
what a sad, almost mournful page I have stumbled upon... nicely penned tho regardless......... Neville
Wow your poems are some of my favorites. You are very talented.🖤🖤👌
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