5/8/2025 for Shadows of the Valley Poetry Contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
I jumped on the train, feeling bad. It cost me all the money I had. Is that seat empty, tell me bub? I asked, clutching my ticket stub. I knew not where it was going. The man across from me looked knowing. Will it take me to a safe haven? Through the window, I saw a raven. The man marked down one more tally as the train bogged down in a valley. The low sun cast a shadow dark as I was forced to disembark. The knowing man, he would not talk, but I was going to have to walk. I felt I would not be afraid, as I looked to the sky and prayed - and breathed my last earthly breath, in the valley's shadow of death.
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