No Regrets - Poem
There's a wordless sound that's falling down
And you get hyptonized
As some hungry ghost steals your fate
Right before your eyes
And the children hide from the howling wind
As dust clowds take the skies
And the ghosts of past
have come at last
Right before your eyes
A box car train blows an awkward tune
As it tumbles down the track
And from a distance you see yourself
And you ain't coming back
So many loves, so many lives
Hide behind these eyes
For rich and poor
young and old…
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Posted on December 20, 2008 at 8:00am —