November the third, 2003.
The screen clicks 20:13
The lines are rigid like the rain
Pouring
I drive
Car-arms fan her tears away
And the clicking slowed
A trembling figure
Ran
To the centre
Lights and ringing formed my nightmares..
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The Journey
PoetryHey guys, I've decided to publish an anthology, not necessarily based on my own experience, but my collected thoughts and ideas. I'm putting out a poem a day. I hope you enjoy it..
