7,5,05 Poem by Michelle Winstead

Everything is so dark as I walk through the park
Hearing the rain would mean that I'm sane,
But the rains not there for me
Every time I hear a train or the numbers 7,5,05 come to mind
Knowing what they mean makes me scream
I can't stand this
I want out of this town
Seeing that cross by the tracks makes me want to cry
The numbers 7,5,05 are numbers I hate
But I love them too
I love these numbers because
Becuse they remind me of the one they claimed