The Steam Train
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And in my dream-
I am on a train curving through the wilderness,
steam billows into the sky from the black engine,
and the train is rocking back and forth . . .
It is so soothing- until I realize I am alone and have no control
to get off, to stop the train and I have no destination!
Oh, we must always have a destination-
we cannot just go charging into the unknown.
I am just hurtling forward, and
this dream has become a nightmare . . .
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April 24, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The Steam Train
Copyright Protected, ID 16-855-216-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Contest 245,
sponsor, Brian Strand
Fifth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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