by Westley Nash
Maybe I should leave this lifeless old town?
For all I ever meet here are echoes of dreams long expired
and the stain of past lives haunting every last memory.
Perhaps I should move far away until my lungs breathe freely and my heart beats softly.
To escape this miserable anecdote which regales in its reference of when my greatest treasure cost me every single thing I own.
If I board a train bound for unfamiliar lands would I finally leave behind these noxious creeping thoughts?
Born from the pain I suffered clawing away at the same four walls as they squeezed the life from out of my soul like a crushing vice.
To start afresh, right from the very beginning!
Planting my hopes deep in opportunity rich soil and watching as possibility grows manifest.
Fuelling my freedom drive from the heavy chains of what was and into something more worthy of living...
Check the description for background on this poem. You can also find my Spoken Word poems by searching #thoughtsofsteel on YouTube. Best Wishes Westley xx