Lonesome Tune Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to that train whistling it's lonesome tune into the
atmosphere, hoping to hear an answering and welcome one coming
back at it.

None ever does and tears begin falling from eyes of a once
upon a love, that train whistle touching the very within of
being.

Not letting up, just keeping one tied in knots with no way
to untie self, rounding every bend in life, finding nothing
that can ease the pain of loneliness and abandonment in this
life at all.