The Pain Train

The Pain Train… There is a train, mystic and strange. It never stops to turn or change. It’s big and strong, looks like a chain, People like me are riding this train. It moves us from dusk into the night, filled with sorrows and pale blue light. I was born there, on this speedy train; nothing seems real except all this pain. Thousands are there, they come, and they go, They live, and they die without even know. Riding together, not knowing where; nothing seems real except much despair. Where are we going? Where is this place? Is there a driver to show us his face? This train is going without intent; we will be going wherever it went. I heard a traveler who told me so; our stop is near, is all we know. He told me to look at the window out. The view was lovely, without a doubt. I am so tired of living with pain, never again I will ride this train. 11/2015 Haloo