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The Journey

A Traveller's Poem

By Megan WhitingPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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We drove for hours, under the watchful eye of the moon.

I was silent on the back seat, knees under my chin, staring at the glaring white circle.

Calmed and comforted by the wakefulness of the world around me,

I pressed my face against the cold glass of the window;

straining to see into dimly lit living rooms,

peering up at darkened bedrooms,

desperate to catch a glimpse of another nocturnal creature

before the car whisked me away.

Then suddenly, still stalked by the waning moon,

we arrived at our destination

too soon.

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About the Creator

Megan Whiting

I am a freelance copywriter and proofreader from Suffolk, UK.

I also host a blog (www.silverstarfish.blog) where I post about mental health, diet and exercise, brilliant books I've read and several other topics.

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