A poem about a train.

b-r-o-k-e-n

                 s

                   t

                     a

                        i

                          r

                            ways 

lead ->

to cold city streets

and buses.

LINES inter s

                   e

                   c

                   t

while colors di| vi |de

uninspired actors quietly wait……

…………………………

………………………..

……………………….

……………………….

……………………….

……………………….

………………………

……for the next act

and their cup of coffee.

It smells like cigarettes 

and morning breath,

but still

it inspires.

0
Liked it
Comments (0)

Currently there are no comments related to "Train of Thought". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!

Leave a Comment

Hi there!

Hello! Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!

Find the Spot

Loading