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A Train In the Distance
A TRAIN IN THE DISTANCE This morning I heard the long, moaning sound Of a train in the distance Moving past town. If only it could carry me away. And I thought in this instance Of the folly of resistance To the darkness that continues To blight my soul. A few days of relief From the constant grief, And then back it creeps From its deep dark hole. It has come for me Like a familiar friend, Though I've told him over and over again This relationship has got to end, He just smiles at me with a devilish grin, It's time for a spell of eternal lostness again. Again I hear The long, moaning sound Of the train in the distance Moving past town. If only that train could carry me away. But there have been changes In my sad ideation, By no means elation, But better than hell. A new medication, Insight from a book, A call from a friend, Relief for a spell. Happiness for me? How can it be? Is this how it feels At last to be free? Perhaps it was the prayer of repentance, But somehow now that seems odd, That I should be sorry for my own pain, As if somehow it offends God. That train has long since passed this town, No longer do I hear its long, groaning sound, But as the dark clouds begin to cover the day, I wish that train had carried me away. Wounded Healer Submitted 8/24/09 Written 10/21/08
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