living (in some other world)

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

//

caught a glimpse of the glowing media

showing a falling world

with failing souls with fouling ideas;

the quietness of disbelief fills the room

as the sunlight crawls across the carpet.

we are living in some other world

where once man rocked in the free world,

now collects the broken peace of unity;

pick yourself up and draw the curtains,

peak at the world below

and find the promise of a needing discovery awaiting

//

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

c.2016 bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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