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Random poem writen like many of them are during my depression. Take a wild guess on what the ending of this bad poem means. T for the theme, not graphic or anything. Please R&R
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 109 - Published: 04-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3018338
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I hear the sound
All too familiar
From my life
From my past
From my dreams
And needs
The single sound that makes me
Want to
Run
Leap
Charge
Skid
Stop
Stand on uneven rocks
And beams of wood and metal
Stand with
Infinity above
Sea on a side
Forest another
A rail on either side
Giving me a single path
Breeze in my hair
Salt in my nose
Trembling under my feet
Open on all sides
But with invisible walls
Right and
Left
In front
Escape
Squealing sound
Of rust
On metal
of weight
Barreling
Peeks around the bottleneck
Tall
Lean
Heavy
Coming
Over me
Gone
My train
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