Telling Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trains rolling down endless tracks, lonely whistles
burning into the night, telling of the loneliness
of humanity.

A prescience of liberty always being seen in land-
scapes, passing by through days and nights of life.

Rolling past junctions, stopping at stations along
the way, picking up and dropping off people.

All on their way to destinations known only to them-
selves and no one else.

Splendid locomotion always whistling into the night
of people's loneliness.