A Collection of Heady Poetry

Life on the Tracks

I left my car right near the tracks
To this town, never coming back
Above my head, the sky is black,
Not more so than my heart.

As on that day, the day I left;
I felt robbed of my mortal breath,
I never have felt so bereft,
As when I did depart.

Insanity came o'er my brain,
Itself, so steeling, on this train,
The dismal shuddering and clanking,
The iron beast's own beat.

The birds, in turn, do so around me,
As a harpy, ever sounding;
Untethered I am to my grounding
My mortal state retreats.

Unknown it is to me,
What doth possess;
To make my decisions
Culture or Restlessness,
Or sharp collision,
Still my breast
As my heart skips a beat.

For reason: all above or neither, nobody can say;
However, now, as I am grieving, I hardly remember the day.

The tracks I stumbled on takes souls,
Lucky for my breath, Lord knows,
Many such others, for death or show,
Had laid their heads on th'iron road.

I muse upon it now; back then, though,
Asund'ring, the weight of hundreds' such souls,
I marvel'd at how the town still grows,
As now, I write these letters back home.

It calls, KEEP CALLING, you'll get no answer
The town that delivers its people such cancer
Heartache on hills, called a "village"
I'd only come back with arsenal to pillage!

Your women are hollow, your men much the same
The lives that you lead ought to leave you with shame!

No wonder your offspring end up in the gutter
Or caught in the wheels of a train, as shoved under.