Leaving Coventry
Coventry to London Euston
A couple of years ago I was visiting friends at University in Warwick. The train ride home was a little scary for me as I'm not as confident as I used to be. The journey was later in the day which meant that I would arrive home around 10:30pm in the dark.Just a bit of fun. But there was that underlying melancholy of leaving a familiarity and going out into the unknown alone. To keep me sane I send a string of messages to the friends I had just said goodbye to. These two poems are the product of those messages.
Looking Back To Coventry
Staring through the window The doom-ed train ride I watched the sky grow darker With you not by my side And as the wheels are turning I shed a single tear The feeling of abandonment As I don't have you near My wonderful companion So sad - we part today I'll miss you every moment This train does trail away
Coventry - London Euston
The journey now is bleak The train itself is small I'd love it if it took less time Or took no time at all Unfortunately I'm stuck here For two more hours still Crammed into four coaches It's making me feel ill I hope I get there quickly I'll listen to some songs I'll try to pass the time Though I know - It will take long
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Daisy Florence
Hi - I'm Daisy. I'm an amateur poet and I have a lot of feelings to express. Have a little read and let me know what you think of my writing!
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