King's Cross

Your heart hurts, the pills don’t stop it.
Lights stain wet sand, hands in pockets.
You’ve no hands to cross with.
The lighthouse is blued up, it glows.
She’s waiting at King’s Cross, your darling.
She just doesn’t know.


Running together, the nights and days.
The bright star, it’s coming, your death.
They take it all, the blood from your veins.
The needle, your chest, what you become.
You step off at King’s Cross, you’re too late.
Your chance has gone.

Reviews

[BorealPoet]

lol thought there would be a harry potter reference in this but then I remembered you're from the UK. Anyways awesome poem as usual! I love the way you write keep it up!

[TheJordBaker]

haha thanks again!!

[Jon Roggie]

Chances missed. Well done.

[TheJordBaker]

thanks

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

There is something about the rhythm to this that is unique. I really enjoy reading your work. That last line so sad, so sad.

[TheJordBaker]

thank you, I often base my pieces on one particular line or idea/twist that I come up with so I'm glad it paid off here.

[Fréyjä Helv..]

Awesome.. Interesting write and a good read... Nice work...

[TheJordBaker]

Thankyou :)

[pumpkin head]

wow & whoa, love this : )

[TheJordBaker]

Thankyou :)