Derailed
a Poem by Raquel Swann
My life is like an equation.
A speeding locomotive,
Me.
Travels 130 miles per hour,
Headed towards a wall,
You.
This wall, you, is made of brick,
Reinforced with American steel,
And is held up by fifteen two by fours
Cemented into the ground.
There is no love,
There is no trust,
to soften this inevitable impact.
The amazingly reinforced wall
Stands between the train,
Heading to its destination,
And the switch tracks to a new place,
This train had never traveled.
Does the wall crumble to pieces,
Or do I just get derailed?
Hmmm… interesting poem.
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An attention-grabbing dialogue is worth comment. I think that you need to write more on this matter, it won’t be a taboo topic but generally persons are not sufficient to speak on such topics. To the next. Cheers
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