Amanda Grant

Early Morning Flight

The taxi smells of faded cigarettes,
telling of the dreary days it has seen.
Out the foggy window sits the city,
lights shining bright, like memories to keep.
Slowly pulling up to the airport door
brings a sigh, goodbye to another town
One last look out to the sleeping city
reveals a life traded in, left to drown.

Sitting here in the airport terminal,
back cold against the foggy window pane.
Except one thing, it all looks as before;
local flags moving with winds of change.
But the truth screams inside, it’s all diff’rent.
Because now there is no feeling of hope.
Exciting sights have turned to drudgery,
only a dose of change can help to cope.

Every trip an attempt to get away,
but finding just another fruitless life.
Traveling from town to town, trying to
escape this never ending inner strife.





[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]


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