GHOST TOWN
Sometimes I stop and the engine catches up
I remember the life I picked up too quick and fled
I left the cables, the nodes, hanging
Unhooked
Like those textbooks left strewn open
On the abandoned school desks of Chernobyl.
It is dead now.
The moments when I stop,
I feel myself begin to crumble,
And I hurry to hold it together,
But the pain lingers,
The mistakes still haunt.
Copyright Oren Peleg 2012
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