I'm so tired,
Just take me,
Take me far away from here,
From the place I chose,
But I never meant to end up in.
I'm going back.
Home.
Train tracks are singing
A lullaby,
The flashing pictures,
Behind the glass,
Are moving backwards,
In time.
There's a life
I've left,
And it's patiently waiting there,
For me to come back,
Unpause.
So it can move ahead.
How long will I stay?
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Author:
Gewar (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2025 12:54
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Comments2
A great metaphor in the train moving forward and leaving the past behind. A bit melancholic. Nicely done
Striking! So well written!
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