Abandoned
Permanently resting upon steel tracks,
a retired rail car passes the time,
weathering away.
Contents empty,
it is a lonely shell, abandoned
on an unused track
in an overgrown pasture,
unseen and forgotten.
Tired after decades of service,
it groans when the hard winds blow.
Scampers of critters can be heard
reverberating through the hollow.
It moans in the defeatist melancholy mod
that it has become.
Dressed in the attire of spray painted graffiti,
the rail car rust in the tears of depressed years.
Beautiful sadness it has become...
unable and unstable to ever ride again.
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