Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: Medicated 2 
 
 
 
Life is a train,
In the world of events,
It moves forward,
But the colours still pass,
Behind my window,
Forever fleeting.
Within me,
Nothing but ash remains,
Once a tired golden flame,
Now lost.
 
 

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