Virgin train, Liverpool to London, May 3, 2019
Three siblings wrote poems on the train. That’s a first for this project. They were all very sweet and patient as we waited during a long delay between Liverpool and London.

My mind is an empty wasteland
The world is a dull clean slate.
The weather outside is wet and
grim and my mind
refuses to create.
The train clips on along the
sleek metal track. Still in my mind’s inside
there is, nothing in there and my brain
is refusing to abide.

Read Crowded by Unknown

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