Tag: The Train (Poem)

  • The Train (Poem)

    A graffitied train thunders past.

    I cling to the top of a car.

    In the rush of the air amidst the noise,

    I hear footsteps and look over my shoulder.

    Darkness grins with evil mien,

    While wicked laughter falls all about.

    With a sigh, I open my eyes

    And continue my walk beside the tracks.

    Escape. No escape.