An enigmatic train, cascading across the ground,
windows closed, silently watching, emitting the only sound,
all are prone to sudden changes, but are provoked when it occurs
a prudent train track follows by, your happiness it obscures.
A string of pain it wraps around, intermingling with the twine,
edges roughened from the past, sharpened up like pine,
a silent and swift movement, passing by your youth, it cries,
a morbid ending, it slowly creeps, along to your demise,
we stare through the misty windows, a train so corrupt,
like the oblivious race of humans we are, like volcanoes we erupt,
swallowing the only view and sight, gathering along the ledge,
the track of life perpetually goes along, like it's devoted to a pledge.
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So I re-read my summary thing for 'Reminisce' and I mentioned a track, which I thought is a good base for a poem. Now here I am - once again
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
