I Would Leave
I would leave
When young--up at night alone
My mind on an aimless prowl
Sporadic angst of death arose
I would think how life would be
If none had ever been or was
I thought and thought myself adrift
Into existential realms that sailed
Defying my normal two-block world
A pall above me, stalks as I pushed
Alien energy--amplifying the void
Knocking and knocking to overwhelm
Till whistling of the westward train
Swung me back within my skin
A comfort like a nightly bell
Knowing it was churning forth
Churning at me, towards my world
Closer than the downy touch
In the open window--summer sky
Roaring freights consoled my fright
Fright when reaped of all the light
The train was howling just for me
The train reminded me to be
What’s left we’ve yet to spend
What’s left of dust and us, we’ll see
Until we do descend
Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015
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