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.

~ by candyshele1204 on March 22, 2012.

9 Responses to “Train Station in Birmingham”

  1. Good words: thanks for sharing

  2. Beautifully written! I’m in awe.

  3. 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.

  4. good to see this

  5. this is remarkable

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