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My own tragic train of thought
Was traveling rapidly
And I had a one way ticket aboard
There is a
Very
Indifferent feature
About my personal train
Compared to other commuters
And such-
You see; it has no destination
It gets to the very end
Of civilization
Only to go charging off the edge
I tried to help the conductor
We attempted to slow it down
That is when he spoke his final manifesto
Then, admitting this was a ruthless battle
And it was time for the towel
To be thrown;
He let go of everything
I was petrified
However, he stated
This was our destiny-
That our lives were simply
Never meant to be
It was reckless
To say the least
I remember every
Last sensation
On every single centimeter
Of my body
And bones
I remember the movies, as well-
The ones that played calmly
In my head
Of my whole life
Before this death;
As we plummeted
Into the bottom of the earth
Copyright © T.B. Joseph | Year Posted 2016
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