The train is coming
I stand my ground
Speeding along
I hear the sound
The rails rattle
I feel the heat
the horn blares
Death I meet
I open my eyes
In bed I lay
Take a breath
To fight another day
Because love is the train
And loss the speed
Those together
Will be the end me
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PuisiI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
