Friday, January 14, 2011

Trainwreck


Rigid with foreboding
i bear witness
to the scene unfolding

Filled with self-loathing's wrath
plummeting down
it's cold ebony path

Passed with few compunctions
were promise, hope
now abandoned junctions

Momentum gains, fate looms
I scream warning
witness with silent blooms

Carried by wind, the shout
i watch helpless
praying for resolve, stout

Rigid with foreboding
i bear witness
to the scene unfolding

6 comments:

  1. Very poetic. (not one of my forte)

    Hopefully this is from watching the news, not from personal experience.

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  2. Great poem! It sounds like a tramatic experience though.

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  3. Nice job!

    I imagine that you witnessed a car accident?

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  4. ~ to all of the above (and any new person how happens across this note): most everyone has had those moments of perfect clarity, when you see a loved one stepping onto the train that you know will wreck, but you hold out hope. that is what this poem is about.

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  5. Nice work Meg! I can definitely relate!

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  6. Nice poem. I am inspired to make one.

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I promise to read it if you write it!