Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Sinners and Heathens. by Tissy Taylor


Forever I’m riding
This train track to heaven
The boxcar is full
Of sinners and heathens
My old memories
Like coal fires burning
Yesterday is over
Tomorrow ain’t coming
Will you bring me your Peace
Troubled waters run deep
A lifetime of running
I want only to sleep
Let rest my tired eyes
And weep my weary soul
I beg for forgiveness
Til mercy brings me home

Born and raised in Ontario, Canada. I work full-time as a Business Analyst in the IT/Automotive industry.  Former ‘family columnist’ for two community newspapers – one in Ontario and one in West Virginia. Blogger & Poet with a passion for writing.  Recently published first poetry collection – “Madness, Chaos Unravelled”.

www.iamtissy.blogspot.ca


tissy@rogers.com
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