Fading Light
Over the horizon
Light spills
Patianetly lapping at my heels
As I mount
The waiting train.
Fully submerged I sit by the window Watching as The vibrant colors surge by Like the hands on my watch converg- Ing time after time Until I notice the world’s not so bright Anymore I frantically crane my eyes To the skies Until I finally realize My childhood has flown Behind me.
This poem is about:
Me