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Old 08-02-2009, 07:45 PM
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Default The Last Train [Poetic Conceit]

(I'm unsure if this is the general idea of poetic conceit. But I thought I'd try it. I'm a rookie poet. )

The Last Train
I wait.
I wonder.
I wish.

The tracks beckon and bellow
Beckoning me closer
Pulling me deeper.
Calling to me in the deepest part of night.

I watch the trains pass me by
Day by day
Chance by chance.

I watch the time bleed from day to day
Week to week.
I feel the chill of the seasons changing
And the rumble of the trains.

I feel the rustle of my bones.
I hear the pound of my heart
The shout of need in my brain.

I see the last train.

And I ride.
The tracks no longer bellow from afar.
For I feel them under me.
I’m traveling,

A destination in sight.
A world at my fingertips.
And the last train rumbling on.


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