Train Station in Birmingham
Flirting austerely with an edge
sordid evening please I may
like an acrobat I’m veering
legs close to give-away.
Starving for the answers
amiss maps efface the truth
screeching metals whisper the offing aloud:
“One misstep until you’re through.”
Burdened secrets that I harbor
like luggage on a train
passersby do stop and ask:
“Where’s your coat against this rain?”
Lonely miles they are I travel
kicking puddles with my foot
inconspicuous dejection will exhaust its smoke
‘for I am the keeper of the hook.
-December 2011
The times when I cannot speak of what is going on inside of me, I turn to my poetry. The pen never fails me.
Rediscovering a Stolen Life 
Good words: thanks for sharing
Rob
Thank you, and thank you for taking the time to read.
Beautifully written! I’m in awe.
Why thank you!
You’re an amazing poet.. I must say!
Poetry- its something very close to my heart… And I felt really good reading your poem; in which you have so nicely entrapped your thoughts…your feelings.
Feeling is poetry… Thinking is poetry…
Thank you very much. Writing is one of the very few ways that I can truly cope and come to terms with my feelings. The amount of release it provides me with is indescribable, and I’m slowly regaining my passion again.
good to see this
this is remarkable
Thank you.