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[aid] => mick
[title] => Return
[time] => 2009-01-29 01:07:58
[hometext] => This is the first poem in a series of perhaps five. I imagine it is strange but more will be revealed in later poems.
[bodytext] => The station is bare The railings are cold Whose hand touched them last, And where did they go? The metro is gone Through a tunnel of black My things I gather And emerge from the tracks The streets have turned empty The lamp lights are turned off The trees are all grey And all the shops are boarded up Curtains are closed and Fog hides the sky Is there anyone still here, Did I miss the goodbye? Ancient homes line streets Their windows feel like eyes No children are laughing Did they all grow up or did they hide? The old school is abandoned The merry-go-round is rust I hear whispers from the field Nothing is there when I turn to look Inside the school Halls are filled with chairs Where is my desk, I wonder, Who was the last to sit there? Colorful pictures still cover the walls A police officer, doctor, a monster But who..- A siren sounds, am I awake? All of a sudden I cannot hear my words I cannot feel my face [comments] => 0 [counter] => 226 [topic] => 64 [informant] => MyConscious [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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