Car after car,
Each passing slowly,
Small spaces inbetween,
Enough to think of a title
Or even a word.
Sometimes, if you're lucky,
You'll see a big gap,
To think of a verse,
But it's gone in a snap.
You see my predicament?
Such lengths these trains go,
For on the other side,
The words always flow.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for a Thought
Poetry"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [Cover made by @AN_almightydreamer ]
