Behemoth

On a long and lonesome railway, West of the Hudson, you can listen to
the wheels a turnin', chompin' at the bit.  Feel the earth a rollin', feel
it command you with its moanin' sayin' ,"You were never meant to leave
that town where life does not begin." She says, "I'll take you to your
place of birth, I'll take you where your dreams make berth, but I'll cut
the wind right out of your sails, for you belong in concrete dirt. I'll
let you roam the forests and mountains, let you drink from the spring
that granted true loves first kiss that blissful mournin'. But don't you
think you can have your lake forever full of what you make, for in the
end you belong here where what you make is fake!" Listen to the call of
the engine, soft but surely creepin', let it wander across your spine
and in your mind seep in. Feel the earth beneath the metal, feel the
toil beneath your feet.  Then feed the endless jealousy of the city that
never sleeps.

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

This is a truly powerful piece that captures the longing for someplace new, but the inability to leave. I love the use of wordas like 'concrete dirt', and rhyming creepin' with seep in was truly brillinat. Keep writing you are overflowing with talent.

[ClockWork GRIMM]

I absolutely love this! the only thing I don't like is the abbreviations (Mornin', creepin', Etc...)... Other than that small detail... I'll definitely buy the book if you make one!