08-28-2013, 09:58 AM
Hi everyone, I'm a first time poster, and wasn't sure where I should post. I'm a very inexperienced poetry writer (this is my second poem), so I apologise if its quality isn't up to par. The poem was inspired by an incredibly vivid dream I had the other night.
We hijacked an empty train to Leicester. (Edit 2)
They are all dead there
We prowled through the market square
Taking clothes; snatching sunglasses from stiff fingers
As forgotten banknotes flutter in a cold breeze
We walked a thousand miles with no goal in mind
We passed hamlets, villages and towns
The cities are dark now; Manchester burns
There is shooting in the distant valleys and hills
As the last-ditch violence sputters and dies
To the sound of silence
We found a haven in a dark place
Where a cracked old laptop with a CCTV
Plays garbled footage of insane police roaming
Machine-gunning hundreds
As the generals take poison in underground vaults
This is the way the whole of the world ends
We hijacked an empty train to Leicester. (Edit 2)
They are all dead there
We prowled through the market square
Taking clothes; snatching sunglasses from stiff fingers
As forgotten banknotes flutter in a cold breeze
We walked a thousand miles with no goal in mind
We passed hamlets, villages and towns
The cities are dark now; Manchester burns
There is shooting in the distant valleys and hills
As the last-ditch violence sputters and dies
To the sound of silence
We found a haven in a dark place
Where a cracked old laptop with a CCTV
Plays garbled footage of insane police roaming
Machine-gunning hundreds
As the generals take poison in underground vaults
This is the way the whole of the world ends