Runaway Train

It was dark... I was on board A running mind off the long board A sleeping mind across the board A winning mind over a long sword... I saw children around me Abducted, crying before me Crippled, reaching out for me Worn and disheartened, following me... On the very same train I'm locked up Children of innocent faces blotched Can't imagine how we've all packed up Can't see any window or door unlatched... Children of ages five to nine with grime Teens and adults aged twelve to nineteen Befuddled and unnourished by torments of time Soft bodies, bruised and mashed like gelatin... I started walking inside the cursed train Children, one by one, followed in pain Following me like melted candles in chains Growing up inside the unlitted train that drains... Then slowly the runaway train stopping and halted. As I reached the end of the runaway train Faces of shamed lives wired with strain An open door swiveling as wind blows the train A new hope flashing at blown away-train... Parents longing outside the train are in glisten Each prisoner of runaway train freed Me, watching the victims of the stricken Redeemed and relieved of hearts that bleed... I woke up... t'was just a dream!