Runaway

 

Amid a wreckage of pillows and sheets,

thoughts churn onward,

train with no Depot.

Racing across tracks in my head,

Brakes broken or disabled,

I surge perpetually forward

careening down each new reflection.

The conductor has disappeared.

The passengers are abandoned.

I travel sequestered over boundless pathways.

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I can picture myself in that position panicing! I like this alot.. well done! Well done, indeed! Thanks for sharing =)