There is a train running through my mind.
Non-stop keeps on coming at a speed of lightening,
rain is pouring on the tracks
Now you are wishing you never look back.
When will it dry?
When will it stop?
Train is moving faster
Yet I am going no where,
Stuck on my thoughts
I hear the sound inside my head
of
A train that keeps on running.
No one see`s I`m bleeding inside
For the pain never shows on the outside.
Train is coming to a hault.
Now it`s time for me too just get off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem