Five o’clock, the train slides past me endless, oiled and black like the thoughts of a leech
I re-adjust in my seat to try and get some sleep, it’s Christmas eve.
Five o’clock, the train slides past me endless, oiled and black like the thoughts of a leech
I re-adjust in my seat to try and get some sleep, it’s Christmas eve.
MY TROUBLED MIND 
Perfect imagery, evocative. Who knows what leeches think about?
A wonderful image that sent my imagination on a beautiful train ride of its own. Thank-you very much, and have a great Christmas.
Thanks for the follow.
Falmouth takes me back. We spent our summer holidays in Penryn when I was a child, as we had a relative there. I haven’t been back in an age.
You show some real talent for poetic writing. I hope that you succeed with it.
Best wishes, and good luck for 2015. Pete.