The ghost train

The ghost train short poem

On the train that rides alone
along this track of skin and bone,
find locations to us unknown –
the Ghost Train comes.

Sitting, staring, watching paths
of lives unfolding,
to me just laughs –
the Ghost Train comes.

Darker now the tunnels come,
feelings gone and nothing done.
I look for signs of where I’ve been;
but cannot see cause eyes are dim –
the Ghost Train comes.

I’m on this train for life I think
but Ghost Trains aren’t real just minds out of sync.
I look outside, the door is open,
my brain all rattled, slow and broken.

I step off now the train has gone.
I reflect inside of what I’ve done.
For nine years I rode that train,
I lost true love and half my brain.

And what I’ve learned is one damn thing –
don’t live your life to love one thing.
For me, a little lives inside.
Still taking people for a ride

So when you decide to take a train,
take the track that is true and sane.
Please don’t live a life in vain –
The Ghost Train.

This is the age of the train.

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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J.rid
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Ha Ha I have been on that train too, but if I had not gone for the ride I would never have known to get off and try a different mode of transport.
Sorry all that just sprung to mind after reading.
I did enjoy the ride though.

Darren Scanlon
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Hi Peter. Sorry for the very late reply. This is a wonderful piece my friend. Nicely done!

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