The Train Ride

THE TRAIN RIDE

The train alights, its doors agape

You step inside, no escape.

Love comes and love may go

Sometimes fast, and often slow.

A roller coaster, a delicate glass,

At times alike but mostly contrast.

The train travels, light and swift

Heart on sleeve, see no rift.

Love is falling to oblivion

When everything is in blurry motion.

Suppose a natural inclination.

Should you now care to reason?

The train is slowing to a stop,

Fate decided to a spinning top.

Mind and heart, battling souls

To love the ride or hate the roles.

The train whistles and then blows,

You step outside, doors close.

The top has stopped spinning

And the world was clear-moving.

Should you wish to leave and get going?

Or wish to stay and see the world rolling?

They say love is an illusion or a fake,

A witch’s spell we must try to break

A mirage of the mind and hard to find

A dream that blinds and poisons our minds.

Such parted by men who’ve battled and scarred

Wounded and severed heart to heart.

Yet like the fools and cavemen we are,

Always forget when love starts screeching by.

The train arrives, its doors open wide,

Are you ready to take another ride?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Nice poem Marian. Perfect rhyming and an intricate storyline. Thanks for sharing. :)