Runaway Train
A poem
Published in
Jul 20, 2023
My state of mind right now is a runaway train
Racing on fumes of uncontrollable anger
Its engines churn in a fierce cadence
Ringing in my ears, breaking the sound barrier
The window pane
Stained with hydraulic mist
Projects totems of neglect
Rotten oak, yellow grass
Shapeshifting phantasmagoric images
I wish I could forget
Picking up altitude
The conductor spews platitudes
Fasten your seatbelts, don’t stand up
I don’t listen
Fixing my eyes instead
On an expanding web
Of intersecting avenues
As panic ensues
I remind myself that choice is an illusion
All I have to do is sit back, close my eyes
Have faith I’m going the right way
And be one with the movement
~DS
