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What I Do When the Train of Thought Stops

09.13.19 Posted in today's words by

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.

4 Responses to “What I Do When the Train of Thought Stops”

  1. H. Larew says:

    Thanks for sharing this poem!

  2. Ed Zahniser says:

    I enjoy having exposure to poetry on other continents. Thanks.

  3. Sharon Poch says:

    Clear, clean words beautifully intertwined with a
    haunting message of hope.

  4. Paul Strohm says:

    Well done .

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