There were many things
I left out, Not because I didn't
Want to talk about. My memory itself,
Seems to weave in and out.
Life between work and wife.
Never a bore,
Always felt I wanted more.
One day sooner than I expect,
Working the northern city line.
In moorgate, Left me feeling
claustrophobic upset.
Couldn't explain the feeling I felt,
I just inexplicable had to get out.
The week I left on the news I heard,
There was a crash at the end of the line.
It was the place I worked, They said
The train crash was one of a kind.
It happened at moorgate,
On the northern city line.
Back in Eastbourne still working shifts,
Life couldn't be better except where
we lived. Nosey ex-Samaritan nextdoor,
Missed us moving in, Told postman.
We were deceased but living at number 4
Samaritan band played outside our
Artisans house rental,
Working nights I'm surprised,
I didn't turn out mental.
While I was in London,
A group of my workmates.
Started to play chess,
For me personally I guess,
my mindset was my chess set.
Bad at maths good at chess,
My mind would devour each move.
Over and over Not letting me sleep,
As though it was food.
New person moved in other side,
I can almost understand why.
How killers go on a spree,
Any more noise from the neighbours.
It could have been me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-05-02 at 00:52
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I left out, Not because I didn't
Want to talk about. My memory itself,
Seems to weave in and out.
INTRODUCTION TO LIFE PART THREE
Still working in London,Life between work and wife.
Never a bore,
Always felt I wanted more.
One day sooner than I expect,
Working the northern city line.
In moorgate, Left me feeling
claustrophobic upset.
Couldn't explain the feeling I felt,
I just inexplicable had to get out.
The week I left on the news I heard,
There was a crash at the end of the line.
It was the place I worked, They said
The train crash was one of a kind.
It happened at moorgate,
On the northern city line.
Back in Eastbourne still working shifts,
Life couldn't be better except where
we lived. Nosey ex-Samaritan nextdoor,
Missed us moving in, Told postman.
We were deceased but living at number 4
Samaritan band played outside our
Artisans house rental,
Working nights I'm surprised,
I didn't turn out mental.
While I was in London,
A group of my workmates.
Started to play chess,
For me personally I guess,
my mindset was my chess set.
Bad at maths good at chess,
My mind would devour each move.
Over and over Not letting me sleep,
As though it was food.
New person moved in other side,
I can almost understand why.
How killers go on a spree,
Any more noise from the neighbours.
It could have been me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 79 times
Written on 2023-05-02 at 00:52
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