Cold And Broken hallelujah.... - Poem by Samantha Bush
He stood at the tracks,
watching that golden flame of the setting sun,
slash to that bloody red.
The whistle sounded in the distance.
Lost souls scream in the fleeting stop it takes,
bumping his toes.
The tracks stood and he was lost in the steam.
His soul wept and cried with the others...hallelujah.
Not bound for heaven,
nor for hell.
That gleaming light can never tell...
your lost and carried away...
Fighting now to power the train,
you wish to leave,
yet you remain.
That's all you did in life.......regret....
But now As if it is no more,
You hung your neck in the door.
They scream they cry,
He is dead..but why
they never knew he wanted to die...?
Now he sings that cold and broken
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