Sound of the Train

January 8, 2011
By nobodysdaughter BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
nobodysdaughter BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"you see the world as it is and you see the world as it could be. but what you don't see is what everyone else sees; the giant gaping chasm in between." -gregory house

That little girl that used to
Curl her fingers
Around little twigs
And those pebbles by the beach,
She started crossing railroad tracks
Years ago, and ran
In front of trains for miles,
And miles until exhaustion
Took over, white rocks again
Are there, under her face now,
Her hands, and the train
Rolls on, she hears,
She lies there to hear,
Just to listen,
Just to lie
Oblivious, craving, feeling,
And that train approaches,
Coming nearer,
And that magnified sound
Engulfs her before
The darkness ever could.

The author's comments:
This poem is about the progression of life, we grow up, we see the ugly things in life, we get tired..

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