Subway Safehouse


Looking at the Shiny Metal Screws


Shiny metal screws in the back of my mind

Sleek steel plates guard what’s inside

Shimmer in the light

Black leather and white

Steel plated couches

Brick walls

Subway tiles that speak into my life.

Air filled with beans

Fulfilling my caffeine needs

And in my reflection on the wall

I see you and I fall

Low hanging lights

High ceiling flights

Gray skies and long sleepless nights

All carried in my pack

The one I threw down

The one that seems to hold my whole life

Among the fumes

memories hang

In the orange glow

Hearts have sang

On the orange walls, blood stains


  • Author: Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2018 14:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Here's another quick write. Please read and comment if you like.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 37
  • User favorite of this poem: Daveyboyz.
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  • Daveyboyz

    I like it, the first half I am thinking of the commute and then the line about sleeplessness and the pack and suddenly its about homelessness which is quite a contrast.

    • MaddieJ

      Thank you kindly for the comment! I'm really glad to have a reader!

    • Lorna

      Very expressive and great images - I don't see homelessness.... just reflection and wonderful background images of the coffee smells and subway tiles....... Loved it........ did I read it correctly?

      • MaddieJ

        Thanks for the kind comments. Actually you are close but neither of you interpreted the poem the way that it was written. I find it really interesting the meanings behind the words that resonate with different readers. You are correct about the reflection and the coffee. 🙂

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