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Don’t Walk In Anger
I twist in the night, in anger.
I wake in the morning, in anger.
I know the dreams are just dreams
but the aching is tangible,
it’s at the forefront that I can’t shake.
It’s too early to feel this way, with holes punctured through the heart.
A feeling that I’ve been used as target practice.
Congratulations, you’ve won…
You’ve robbed me yet again from waking with the deli...
Wednesday 2nd December 2020 4:18 am
Train to Nowhere
Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.
...
The clock ticks in desperation to move us along, to where we belong.
Our eyes remain forward, no longer looking back.
The man in seat 2B sobs with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life in his old place.
I soak in the faces of passengers around me, stern looks all around.
All longing for company, for answers that c...
Saturday 27th June 2020 6:26 pm
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