The Train
A train filled with people in each passenger car,
But we all are alone locked behind bars,
My friends tell me to leave but there's no getting off,
No departing the train until it reaches its stop,
I asked the conductor if the train would ever leave limbo,
He said "I'm sorry son I don't think so,
Please try to relax and take a seat by the window",
So I sat down and looked out at the bleakness,
My soul has gone cold from this disease with no treatment,
How did it come to this I can't even believe it,
How can I be floating and on the ground at the same time,
How can I put on a brave face if all I can do is cry,
This train makes me lie, I tell you what you want to hear,
You can even see with every word that I speak that I'm cloaked in fear,
It's smothering me I can't breathe there's just tears,
Coughing and gasping I've never been so scared,
This unknown will be my electric chair,
Wait, whats that up ahead,
A break in the fog a space for the tracks to end.
Copyright © Tom Murray | Year Posted 2015
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