A train
A train of my thoughts
where the front is dirty
because I couldn’t see clearly
because my mind is very cluttered
by all the thoughts of fear and worry
because parts of my life are unstable
because I am still incapable
of truly standing on my own
because I am vulnerable
weak
because I believe
that I want to have someone
so that I would be strong
complete
and not...obsolete.
- Joker Moon
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2023 10:46
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Pleasant rhythm and rhyme... not overly heavy and regulated. The endings "weak" and "obsolete" are bitter and intense. Good work!
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