14hr Journey Poem by W.R Sickamore II

descending down stairs to the district line
watching the shine of your shoes
florescent glare past sirocco air
who's to choose if we lose
you lean on the wall beside a bench thats small
and plastered with yesterdays gum
whistles flutes chimes, delayed clock ticks by
just taking our time for fun
take a look down the platform into the void
approaching dimly lantern light
rattle of cage of steel of rage
pen hits the page for tonight
please journey guide me
along your path
take me where i want to be
far from this city and the past