Too Late To Cry
Broken dreams, broken life walking the railroad track. No destination. Hold onto what goodness and sanity that was left. Following his infectious smile worn on a veneered face. To set aside the sunshine. Pools of sadness in unwelcome rain invaded his heart's dominion. Headphones bumping the song of his youth and sting of his tumbling thoughts. The train from behind came. Taking him far away from his incongruous existence.
Things being as they should
Weeping washed away by ignorance
Turn up the Music Please
Copyright © Lonna Blodgett | Year Posted 2019
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