End of the Road - Steel Will and Iron Rails

Steel Will and Iron Rails Hard rumbling click-clack – ever forward locked within a destinations track cursed by rising hills – unchanging future choking on the smoke of looking back. Driven by the pistons of life’s demons time racing by its coldly focused eyes condemned to ride into forever’s sunset and never turn around to see it rise. Shadows of the specter daily taunting a loneliness that serves one selfish end hope that ‘neath the cloak cold boney fingers point to a place the endless track must bend. 12/30/2016 submitted to – Poet’s Choice – Poetry Contest