Robert Trew

No Going Back - Poem by Robert Trew

I watch the street and the cars go by,
I turn away, up towards the grey of the sky,
A mountain top, with a single cloud,
The times celebrating were all too loud,
We were the king and queen of our throne,
And now I’m up here, all alone.
You’re that voice that blows in the trees,
You’re that voice that haunts my memories,
You’re that voice that is so unkind,
You’re that voice that has left me blind.
I hear the footsteps, around the corner you come,
I turn away, and around the corner, I run,
I strut the streets, but with nowhere to go,
I ignore the TV, so I listen to the radio,
All that plays is one sad song,
I can’t go back to all that is wrong.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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