The Ghost Train
Sleep perennial echos
that haunt my silent grieving
that ties me to your side forever
take me back a lifetime to before
when I willingly drowned in my own self pity
as a parody of the man I once never was,
that place where I was happiest
the instant that was the ghost train
where that moment, my moment,
sustained my want.
Copyright © Paul Crump | Year Posted 2018