Melancholy Train
Melancholy Train
By: Dylan Steefel
Tribute to Samantha Steefel
I am alone…
There is no one here to stop me,
Know one to guide me to the other side of a never-ending train.
To me,
The destination is nowhere.
To a place with no emotion,
and in a never ending sleep,
I will be at peace... basking in an ocean of serenity.
But this is an unknown train,
With inexplicable reasons of how and why I feel this way.
But to end the pain, all it takes a swift motion.
As my mind races towards ending my desolation,
The conductor speeds up the train.
I pass by memories of a life... a world...that was once my own.
But now I am distant from that world,
Stuck on a train of a never-ending epiphany of sorrow.
But as the train continues to speed up,
We pass by another train,
A train of eternal memory of what could be.
I then ask myself,
“Should I take a leap of faith?”
A leap into a world I can call my own once more,
A bound into the warmth and comfort of my family,
A jump into life.
It is this thought that guides me from my mind to reality.
And with this, I take a chance,
A chance to a normal life.
As I enter my world,
I see my brother crying silently over me.
His gentle tears hovering, dropping down to my face,
Landing so gently, yet with such force, my burden is lifted .
But for me, It was this commiseration that is hardly shown from my brother,
That sealed the gateway to the melancholy train.
Copyright © Dylan Steefel | Year Posted 2011
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