Sunday, March 6, 2011


Eyes shut tight

Body putting up a fight

In the darkness of the night

Chill wind dancing upon his skin

Echoes of insanity playing in his brain

Sounds of the train making its claim

His veins a roadmap of pain

His thoughts a rush of narcotic

His heart broken and chaotic

His soul tired and beaten

His release a mile approaching

His body vibrating with the motion

His ears listening for deaths commotion

His eyes fill with wet emotion

Train fast approaching

1 comment:

  1. This is very vivid and fluid poetry. You feel for this person so much that you want to stop the train from coming. You have a lot of talent, please keep posting.