Track By Track Poem by Amber Egan
Track By Track
In this room, we must stay,
Hours go by day by day.
No one else to talk to, no one else to see,
It’s just us here, just you and just me.
But there’s something downstairs,
There’s something crashing.
The doors are breaking,
The windows, smashing.
Now I have to go,
Now I have to pack.
It’s getting closer,
Track by track.
Its here now,
Slowing to a halt.
I must get on,
But it’s not my fault.
For me it’s the end,
For them it’s the beginning.
The showers turn on,
The lights slowly dimming.
I enjoyed it alot, especially the opening and the manner in which you depict time and two individuals in each others company. (if that's what you meant, they could be symbols or somehting, dunno.) . Inthe middle, I enjoyed what seemed to me to be you conveying eminence and inescapability. Often there are many things that our out of control in life, sorry for the tangent. The ending to me reminded me of something invovling concentration camps, and I thought it was interesting, the phrase (something like it) its the end for me but the beginning for them. Yeah, I know this is kind of long, and vague, but hopefully it helps...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 12:00:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well I must say that I found the cadance of your work rather upbeat for a poem about death and suffering. Saying this it was a masterful piece of work and you must know some amazing people called Grace to be able to write like this. In future may I suggest this: In the war Nazis were poo Cos they went around killing a jew They were mean, had all the power Putting the jews in the shower