Treasure Island

Chaarzarul Rockett

(Baton Rouge, Louisiana)

WAITING FOR THE CRASH


I had no choice when I got on this train,
I was put in my seat by the window.
Enjoying the scenery, I admit it was fun,
and laughed with the other passengers.

On and on, through city and wood
We played games and ate like kings
Night would come, time to sleep
Into our bunks we go.

Without a care, no one was aware
of the danger which lurked ahead
Another train, heading our way
Just a mile or two to go.

When the alarms went off and bells started ringing
Our party quickly ended
Some panicked, some prayed
Some braced for the coming collision.

'I want to get off of this train! ' I hollered
'We can't stop! ' They said in fear
So forcing a smile, I sat back in my chair
and decided just to wait.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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