____ The Glory Train ____

 

 

It touches you, and leaves a mark

 

You seem to be in control
Of your path, mission and goal
But then it happens, happens in a blink
The change it brings, wouldn’t let you think

 

     Like a flicker in the gloomy still dark 

  You tumble across faith and fate
deciding against will and exasperate
and when you’ve got everything’s at stake
that’s when you know, it’s too late

 

As if it’s a game, a ploy, a lark

 

You hold onto what you can
Refusing to embark the eventful train
And it leaves you guessing in and out
And comes again, you don’t have to shout

 

 Stepping into the jaws of shark

 

 How do you feel being haunted for life?
That single touch makes your existence strive
When living seemed so distant and gone
You seem to pick your own gravestone

 

 It’s not love, nor its touch
And I know love can do so much
And it’s neither wealth nor treasure
Nothing that you could easily measure

 

 And while I am walking those streets
Where humanity sleeps under thin sheets
In this rainy, cold, freezing weather
Where civilization is begging for a shelter

 

 Where hunger hunts like a hound
It kills like a beast but leaves no wound
Where hope is death, a sigh of relief
Where life has no air, no water, and no belief

 

I thought I saw a child
He took my hands and became my guide
He made me see what I overlooked
And asked me, where I stood?

 

 And here it touched me, and left me to falter
Left me wondering, every tear, every laughter
Left me with so much pain
Left me wandering the glory train

 

 Am I able to take myself
Away from this isolated desire
Away from this misery, this sadness
This voice inside, this arousing fire

 

 I guess it would be too sooner too late
Before I hand myself over to my fate
But before I could judge my spot
I guess, I should give in a thought

 

  I guess I should just
Embark on this journey
And I know I won’t be laughing
It’s going to be a lifetime of agony

 

I wouldn’t blame you, if you think indifferent
I wouldn’t be asking for answers again
I have no plan, nor a choice or an option
I am just going to take that train

 

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

This is awesome and I demand you pull that little piece in your bio about not being a writer out...NOW!!!! This piece (as the rest) does beg to differ. I love it. It is desolate and lonely, and that's what being a human is sometimes about. But it's also deeper....so many different things going on....like the little boy...and the walking in the rain while humanity sleeps under thin sheets.....AHHHHHHH, this piece is filled with gems like that ..... it was quite pleasurable to read and it did conjure up feeling in me...so A++ on this one!!! I hope it all works out to your benefit....though it doesn't seem to be pointing that way, sadly. Much love....and where ever you go...may God go with you. Ahh...there's that touch again...still haunted, yes....so sorry. Much love and peace to you, my friend. Good luck.

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This is a little obscure, but there is a feeling of sadness, I just felt the pain in this and did not see a jolly train ride. There is much bitterness and wrong doing by a trusted relative. And the child has to carry the stigma for the rest of her life. It does not have a happy ever after feel.
I found this a profound piece, but had some difficulty understanding a few of the stanzas.
Cheers,
Helen :-)

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

i love this piece, your words and the journey they take me on... fantastic...
both of my grandfathers worked on railroads... i have a special place in my heart for trains