I'm on a train track
Shocked with fear, unable to move
The train is near
It's honking it's horn
The earth beneath is starting to rumble
I can smell the rust
I can feel the heat
I want to talk about it
I want to explain without the familiar feeling of
the
lump in my throat
But I'm stood still
Waiting.
Watching.
Screaming.
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Sunsets and Poetry
PoetryHello :) This is a book filled with different types of poetry written by me! I hope you enjoy <3 I love you. 💗
