The Rails

A poem about losing want.

I stopped wanting

and the rest is forgotten

my temples sweat when I must

wish for something

even the gravity law seems an obstacle

too big for my fall

 

I lost almost all my dreams

buried in old rubble

like a deflated ball of an orphan child

running after wild raspberries

until the storm was unleashed

 

probably in the depths

through the sewerage system

they are transmitting

the despair Morse code

the blood pulse unwillingly pumped

the dreams lost like too large bracelets

found again only in someone else’s yard

smelling like mud and rust

 

I want no more bitter or sweet taste

I’m swallowing like a paralytic

one mouth full of air at a time

without waking up or getting asleep

 

with my head stuck on the rails

I’m hearing

coming back from the mountains

a very slow train

Author's Note

This is maybe my most depressing poem. I wrote it on the 4th of July 2012. For the moment this one is my favorite because it is recent and it was featured on a small literary site in my country, some people liked it more than other poems of mine (maybe :). I liked it because it combines fresh images from the past in second stanza with sadness and despair in the rest. Losing dreams and want is a sad ending to an old suffering. Even the gravity law is an obstacle. I like the end because it speaks about slowness, that train will never reach me or kill me being so slow, like there were trains on special rails in some mountain areas called "mocăniţă" in my country, now tourist attractions.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moc%C4%83ni%C5%A3%C4%83

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

There comes a time in everyone's life that they must stop 'wanting' otherwise we carry luggage around with us that drags us down. I have been there and can understand your words. Wonderful poem! Thank you for submitting this to "Keeping the Dream Alive" ~ Helena

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you very much for your nice comment.

[Helen Crutchett]

You are welcome :)

[Leon A. Walker]

Nicely done...