Light
Light
I closed my eyes in the middle of the track
Always been a risk taker
Had it not been for the road i have taken
I would not be in the middle of the tracks
All voices outside gone and suppressed by the beat of my heart
Or was it the train on the tracks
In the middle I stood
Wishful of all things arriving , but treadful of all things transpiring
In the middle I stood
The gravel crunches when my legs shake
Cold air numbs my face
I move my cheeks to circulate blood , to feel
In the middle I stood
My eyes squint as a bright light arrives
And in the middle I had stayed
The ground below me so weak
Or was it my knees
But the light passed
And I was still standing in the middle
Slowly my eyes open
my legs cease to shake
the gravel settles below my feet
When I look around the tracks are missing
But found when I turn around
For I had not stood in the middle
From a personal experience a Year ago after a bad heartbreak... much Love - M.B
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Posted Jan 6, 2018, 8:34 PM UTC · edited
I enjoy this.
I like the idea of the train acting as an experience, or obstacle, that is rushing towards you. It blinds you (being emotional) with its bright light, and when it arrives, death seems so certain, but it's gone as soon as it arrives, and somehow you survived.
I also really like the use of the word "feel". Sometimes, when I am depressed, I ask myself if I would give up ever feeling happy again, so that I could never feel sad again; to never feel again.
I hope you're doing better my friend. Excellent poetry.
Thank you so much man! We all feel like that at certain times. I was very close to acting on it many times but proud to say I found something I love. Not many people can say that! Love this community