Ghost Train
There are no people
Waiting around for it,
I can see that the train station is bare
But my brain, doesn't want to transmit.
The station looks like a ghost town
I stand all alone,
I am stuck on the tracks
Feel like a frozen drone.
I try to move
But I cannot leave,
The whistle of the ghost train
Has my senses deceived.
It passes through me
Like a sudden rush,
The whistle stops blowing
All things around me, comes to a hush.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.25/2005
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