Ferdinand L Quintos

Rookie - 10 Points (October 18,1942 / Bayambang, Pangasinan, Philippines)

Train Ride To Nowhere - Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

The train rolls out slowly
from the old terminal bay,
rusty wheels reluctantly
roll on rails all rickety,
just like my mind grudgingly
decided to go away.

The train picks up speed,
forcefully pushes ahead,
outside the scenes turn blurry,
things and all become fuzzy,
just like the uncertainty
of all this inane journey.

The train now, as if a scythe,
cuts through the countryside
like the sharp pangs of sadness
cut through the dark recesses,
and reopens all the hurt,
deep in my tormented heart.

The train at last slows down,
up ahead there looms a town;
the train stops, doors open,
all file out, men and women,
but I beheld nothing new,
all things remind me of you.


Comments about Train Ride To Nowhere by Ferdinand L Quintos

  • Gold Star - 8,525 Points Khairul Ahsan (7/13/2013 7:58:00 PM)

    the train stops, doors open,
    all file out, men and women,
    but I beheld nothing new,
    all things remind me of you.
    Perfect description of a mind in love...a solitary soul in the crowd. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 8,827 Points Geetha Jayakumar (7/9/2013 8:28:00 AM)

    Good poem. Train ride to nowhere. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/9/2013 7:15:00 AM)

    all things remind me of you, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 9, 2013


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