Stephen Kilmer Poet Free verse

Postcards

I’ve been sleeping for a long time
Drifting in and out of “reality”
They say the dreams of men are only passengers
That has but one final destination
I can’t get off this train
I never bought a ticket
It was always here
In the back of my mind
In front of me
Carrying me towards destiny
I look out the window
The glass reflects only me
There is no scenic tour
I only know that I feel bad
Like I got the blues in green
Sad but forgotten
I ride this train 
To the end of the tracks
Where the blues end
And the dying begins
Till then
There are only postcards
My friend

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Cherl Dunn December 29, 2013 at 3:27 PM Mental postcards great visual in this write nicely done i hope some day to travel also but not yet at least for a few more years. cool write again here my friend. cheri

Connie Marcum Wong December 28, 2013 at 7:01 PM Wow Stephen, the depth of this poem seeps into the bone! To fully understand, maybe you have to have been there? Your poem truly spoke me in a beautiful melancholy way. Bravo my friend! Stephen Kilmer December 29, 2013 at 5:02 AM Connie, thanks for checking out my work. I appreciate the kind words. To answer your question: I have always been there. ~Kilmer

Laura Breidenthal December 28, 2013 at 1:00 PM Lovely verse. It's nice to come back and read some of your work again. Hope all's well. Always, Laura Stephen Kilmer December 28, 2013 at 6:08 PM Thanks Laura, I am looking forward to reading the rest of "Calm". All is well for now. thanks for caring. ~Kilmer

Kathryn Collins December 28, 2013 at 9:03 AM Hi Kilmer - I got the blues in green. I would love to make a poem around that. Keep em coming. love, Kathy May your spirits be up in 2014 (next few days too)