No Way Out
The journey kindled,
hopes ablaze,
a future now unseen
Moments of ecstacy,
moments of grief,
lost ashes inbetween
Cowling on fire,
time a slow burn,
the stationmaster cries…
“The tracks have melted,
locomotive’s in flames
—your ticket singed and fried”
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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