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On The Wrong Side Of the traks

Updated on December 1, 2009

 

On the wrong side of the tracks.

 

©-MFB III
 

 

2:00 a.m.
eyes stuck in ajar,
lids won't seal,
words escaped me
hours ago.

 
They run around
in the darkness
of my thoughts
in random patterns.

 
My mind unravels
and travels
on the slow train
to nowhere.

 
The all night

expressless
staring out
into the blackness,
the bleakness,
an endless journey.

 
The clickety-clack
of the keyboard
tracking my
lack of progress.

 
A long wail emits
from somewhere
deep inside

my soul which sits 
silently unmoved.

 
Just a passenger
passing though another
routine night.


The sun rises

eventually
like the headlight
of another train
of thought
coming in the
opposite direction.....

 
And so I leap aboard it
and face the starkness
of another day.


Staring at the brightness
with no berth to claim
and no place to get off,
until there comes a
tunnel black and gaping
where once again,
I am sucked into the maw
on a journey to a muse
that takes an
unexpected sidetrack
into a small place
known as "Boredom"

 
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