Train of Eternity This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

November 25, 2015
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I’m on a train and
frankly, I don’t care where it goes.
The trees blur past me, as if lines streaked by
a paintbrush. The hard red leather seat digs
into my back.
I dip my finger into the paint, dabbing it
on the sky.
My bag, full of watercolor maps, bleeds
on the floor.
I blot my face.
Frankly, I don’t care where this train goes,
as long as
I go with it - leaving a trail of
paint cans behind, colored fingerprints
kissing the rim.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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B.R. said...
Nov. 28, 2015 at 3:03 pm
I love this poem....it helped me on a very hard journey and now I'm doing good after I read your poem -- this poem-- again and again.
 
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