Posted in Poetry

London Calling

Life moves faster than light

Only to break into night.

Night of horrors where

Darkness comes to play, where

One-self can’t hide from the life

Now moving faster than light.

 

Can you explain the might

All over the trains at night

Leaving faster than they arrive

London no longer one big surprise

Influx of people barging through doors

Never mind the lack of floors

Giving way to stampedes.

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I'm currently working my way through a Creative and Professional Writing degree in London.

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