Thought Trains
Startled awake to ideas
of missions to be fulfilled urgently.
Plans prickle in my veins.
Eager, I jump, awakened. Mind runs
fast trains, I can’t keep up.
Looking down on this I see a
dizzy whirlwind of colour and shapes.
The trains will run until they burn out in fires aflame.
We’re unsure where to place the blame.
God oppresses reproach.
Copyright © Nicola Noo | Year Posted 2011
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