The removal (a childhood memory)

Sitting in the back of the van
With the tumbling furniture
The blurred road in the early morn
Following the voices through the rapids of shapes
Of slamming doors and vanishing road

Where was I from?
The passing of memory
The traces of a long-lost street in obscurity

No existence there
No existence – dumped in the back of a van
Not worth the trouble of my birth
Not worth a thing

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012