Hello
Wide awake in the early hours thinking ahead to my Consultants appointment on Friday. Serves already kicking in. I wrote this poem, so thought i would post it, hope you like it.
The ghost train glides to a stop on silent wheels.
The doors open but no one gets out.
Faces unknown stare at me.
A hand beckons me forward
But I step back. It waits.
I am not ready to leave this day.
The doors close, shut by unseen hands.
It moves away but it will be back
To carry me away when my day is done.
