Ghost Train Poem by Barry Middleton

Ghost Train

Rating: 5.0


In dreams I ride the ghost train,
and I am rocked to sleep.

When the train passes into night,
I review my minor sins.

I ask forgiveness from unseen gods
who seem preoccupied.

I cross over imagination's river,
reliving past loves.

At midnight I come to the station;
the train fades to black.

Ghost Train
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,night,sleep
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 15 December 2016

Introspection at every point is must, the more we do the more we will improve, a thought provoking poem..A Perfect 10 +++

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Barry Middleton 15 December 2016

Thank you very much. I appreciate your comments.

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