Idle ghosts
Cast aside my longing
The train is heard
One minute to arrival
Its noisy voice
Rattles on rails
The countdown begins
My trembling voice trails.
To an emotional whisper
A final goodbye
Weeping eyes
That did not cry
A lump in throat
A silent scream
I knew of this moment
But still unreal.
I lift your luggage
That now seems free
Of everything
That was you and me
A final look
A withered hope
The train door closes
In a surreal cloak.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments6
This poem to me seems a metaphor of loss. Sad it is in some way haunting and dark. Well written
kind comments, appreciated and thanks
You are most welcome
Feels like the closing of the door for the final of a haunting memory off loss, well written
most kind, thanking you appreciated
You are very welcome
that reminds me of something I must have forgotten...
I think that happens to us all at times
Great imagery written in verse. A fav.
very kind, thanks and much appreciated
I'm not exactly sure how to put this but...this is an amazing poem! Good job!
thanking you. very much appreciated
Parting is such sweet sorrow indeed.
The sad longing and the final goodbye is described exquisitely
most kind comments, thanking you and much appreciated
you are welcome. have a great weekend
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