What I Do When the Train of Thought Stops

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Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh lives and writes in Nigeria.

What I Do When the Train of Thought Stops
By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh

I don’t always escape

The water-walls of my past—

Narrow, spooky alleyways.

My mind wanders off and back,

I hear the squeaking of doors,

The flapping of wings, splashes.

I see my mistakes and more than it

And scattered petals of lessons, too.

I sometimes linger

Under the dim streetlight—

A journey to the past

Nausea, nostalgia, deja vu.

But I have learned that

When that train of thought stops

To just dab the tears, sigh,

And move on.

Wider pavements awaits.

And more flowers, more beauty.

Hope.

H. Larew says:

September 13, 2019 at 8:54 am

Thanks for sharing this poem!
Ed Zahniser says:

September 13, 2019 at 10:43 am

I enjoy having exposure to poetry on other continents. Thanks.
Sharon Poch says:

September 13, 2019 at 11:37 am

Clear, clean words beautifully intertwined with a
haunting message of hope.
Paul Strohm says:

September 13, 2019 at 12:16 pm

Well done .

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