Description: This isn't done yet.
thought i'd submit anyway
i hate feeling this way.
Train -------------------------------------------
It’s not so cold
when there’s other things to ponder.
Despite the wind that provoked my bare legs
I was warm with oblivion.
It wasn’t peace or calamity that kept me still.
Nor was it that I was content or accepting
hushed, lulled and glazed
I was fitting in.
You’d think , with all the silence
clarity would come easily.
Instead I conjure jumbled confusion;
a fight for some concentration and attention
captivated and immediately aware,
my focus turns to a single sound;
a haunting howl determined to shatter the night
into sharp shards of broken reflection
A sad moan
that mournful cry
resounding from everywhere
and coming from no where.
When did it get so cold?
goose bumped legs jolt into motion
while lucidity resolves
to make an unexpected appearance.
Pull me.
Take me
Guide me
Break me
Split me apart
take the superior parts
and leave the fucked up bits
for someone else to trash
let me follow in your wake
carry me on your hollow wail
and show me why
it sounds so sweet
whoa. talk about gripping poetry. and you said this wasn't even finished? absolutely stunning, if you don't mind me saying. everything was nice and light with the "its not so cold" and then BAM! everything got dark and creepy and with the howl. but you really made me want to follow the howl and see whats up. its like, "yeah, this is creepy, but it could be worth it" well done indeed. i think the title is perfect and look forward to seeing this poem "finished."
Submission Name: Train
