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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about a man sick of everyday monotony and his decision to venture out into the unknown

Submitted: June 29, 2018

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Submitted: June 29, 2018




On the station
Peter Arslan waited for his train
As the wind flowed through his silver mane

In his thoughts
He has been spending most of his days
From them never averting his gaze

Through the years
His demeanor had been vastly changed
Man once rowdy now almost deranged

Behind a facade
Arslan has been hiding for a while
Hoping that he could once again smile

Amongst people
He finally decided to tread
Find a place where his wings could be spread

Into the dark
Bravely he decided to venture
At last break his ancient indenture

Over the horizon 
A train slowly moved along the tracks
Like a steel worm creeping through the cracks

Without regrets
He proudly boarded the unknown train
Trying intensely to appear sane

Despite all
Doubt still kindled deep inside of him
Does a sane man leave all on a whim?

Close to him
Was the happiness he so longed for
Never again having a chance more

Across his cheek
A teardrop started to meekly slide
From insurmountable joy he cried

Beneath the sun
For a first time in a while he smiled
His untamed heart at last in the wild

© Copyright 2018 Roland Ilir. All rights reserved.

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