Railroad TracksA Poem by Luna ZerimarThis time, the end isn't the beginning. The end is simply the end. I cannot feel anything towards you. ..No love, nor any hate. I feel blank. Just blank. And I feel that the end of this is blissful, I feel that the end of this is woeful, I'm confusing myself... Is it one... ..Or the other? It's both. Both blissful, and woeful. Blissful to find peace at last. No more arguing, no more doubts. Woeful to find that, again, I'm back at square one. With a hole in my heart you once filled, With loneliness swelling in my head. I'm looking at the railroad track, Wondering where you are, I long to hear the rocks clash together, Seeing your glamorous smile. The beginning was always the end. Why couldn't I have seen it coming then? Reminiscing old times, Struggling to hold in the sobs, I found peace, But in that, I also found loneliness. Why couldn't the end just turn into another beginning? I claim I do not love you nor hate you, ...But that's all I can feel. Hate and love. Love and hate. I'm losing myself. Losing all containment. I'm looking at the railroad tracks, Wondering where you are, I long to hear the rocks clash together, Seeing your glamorous smile. I've run out of things to say, I have nothing left to save. I'm writing my goodbyes, Weeping at the thought that this is my last farewell I can ever say, Letting you know I'm not coming back, ...Ever. Closing my eyes, The sound of rocks clashing together replays in my mind. Tears swell up as I recollect the image of your smile. These railroad tracks hold memoirs of the best years of my existence, Everything I'm about to let go. The railroad tracks found me peace, ...But in that, it also found me loneliness.
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8 Reviews Added on June 17, 2014 Last Updated on June 17, 2014 AuthorLuna ZerimarHouston, TXAboutWhich famous Poet are you?I got Edgar Allan Poe - Which famous Poet are you?You're like Edgar Allan Poe. He had a rich, extraordinary, unusual personality which can be quite difficult to describe. M.. more..Writing
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