Unending - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
in the damp chill
of a November morning
approaching a death crawl
I was riding a forgotten train
from momentary disillusionment
to a residence of more permanent despair.
The damp air was foggy and engulfing
like a mysterious dream
littered with strangers
that desire your harm
while obscuring every window and doorway
in which you hoped to escape.
Some of the cruel strangers
on my dream train
were returning from coffin retreats
and burial getaways.
I was a humble man
among cutthroats and ghoulish thieves;
I was tired and shivering
like an abandoned child
only recently acquainted with rejection.
Sometimes, when waking from such dreams,
it is difficult to distinguish
between the heart-pounding nightmare
and the accustomed sense of dread
one has long learned to accept.
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