RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ending Lonely Times - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Trains rolling down the track, clacking through towns
along the way, whistle blowing lonesomely, traveling
deserted deserts, plains, mountains, not seeing anyone
for miles and miles.
Train whistles blowing eerily throughout the night,
wishing for some company to end the lonely times as
they travel across the earth.
Hearing the mundane and lethal rhythms of sleep that
come from it's methodical rhythms, putting life to
sleep and continuing on unendingly.
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