I'm just sitting
Sitting and twitching
A train is coming
It'll run me over for days
But why am I even here waiting for it?
It's coming
Quaking the ground
Whistling with deafening steam
Chugging along with useless cargo
A train longer than the width of Earth
It'll run over me for days
After which I'll forget it exists
Until it comes around again
One day I'll find a way off Earth
One day I'll be somewhere
Where the train is shorter than the width of my heart
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Poems and Reflections
PoetryInsomniac. I need a place to write things out, I guess.
