A moment #12
I got out of bed just to fall,
been too long since she called.
I'm staring at a cold teas fog.
The rain taps on the other side,
on an unknown train for a ride.
From midnight to anywhere I stare.
Flashing lights passing by,
haven't called and I don't know why.
A moment #82
Tell me as I look down at you,
distanced from reality while in review.
Reflecting a reflecting view,
I can't take my eyes off of you.
Tell me how to apologize to her.
I'm dissecting injections in reflection,
trying to find the words to say.
Ensure smoothness in the inflections,
help me say it in the right way.
Tell me how to apologize to her.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The train of thought or sitting on a train. You decide. I look down when standing in puddles.
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Comments3
There is a longing and a regret in these poems a wistful feeling of sadness and faint but dying hope. The emotion is there. Well written
Good poems, MP
Excellent write
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