Old Rusty steam train chugging along the rail,
passing the routine scenery that his windows...

Warning signals scream inside my ears
and I can no longer ignore their sirens...

I am trapped within this cage
that is concreted around me...

Blankly staring at
the same space as yesterday...

I am writing this poem as an urgent appeal
for you to open your ears to my words...

I patiently count each twinkling star
that appears in the sky tonight...

Cracks in the ceiling start to appear
as she has her first dance with loneliness...

I am the unwanted vase that sits upon a shelf,
in the window of an antiques shop...

As much as it hurts me to admit;
I just can't deny the pain I feel...

What do you do when you realise
that you grew up beneath the same...

Trust becomes stolen,
when lies take over the truth...

The day of the race finally approached,
as the jockeys mounted their rides...