Ruins loom on the horizon
but in the distance, not the future
Any life that still clings to them
hangs loose and bellowing
Ruins shiver on loose ground
battered by the winds of time
Shifting perspectives, altered light
their shadows lengthen and diminish
I tried to be good, did what I could
spinning all those plates
painted with faces
of the friends that came to me
All things spin away from me
all things ruin themselves eventually
and I don’t have the energy, anymore
to keep them all turning
Ruins stand, shrunken and haunted
filled with an emptiness
echoes or flashes of past adventures
when we were different people
I’m on a train
and moving past them
I’m on a train
and moving away…
[2014]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
‘and I don’t have the energy, anymore
to keep them all turning’ incredibly relatable Tom. The whole piece is full of complex emotions and an acknowledgement of time and energy… So good.
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Thanks for reading Bree. This is one of those poems written trying to understand something when caught in the middle of it – in the end it wasn’t all quite as apocalyptic as it felt. Yet, still some ruins loom.
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I read this as a slow train, trundling over multiple points, and swaying awkwardly from side to side!
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I like that reading Peter, it could very much be summed up as ‘a train moving away from a place it thought it would always be’. Thanks for reading.
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