Night Train
With The Emotions That Muddle Through
I was born on a fright train…
It was frightening,
At the nighttime,
It was lightning…
The rain was pouring down
In a gale;
All alone we faced the hail…
Have you heard of the frog,
Who wished to be a prince?
I was him…
Raised to consecrate
Of a reality
Conglomerate…
Thriving, I stood
In the fast lane…
Illimitable hysteria
Tarnished my elocution
I became demure…
Condusive to consecrate
A stout reality…
I was born
On a night train,
It was frightening
At the nighttime,
I was crying in the lightning…
Alone with no one
Beside me…
I thought
I had help
But it was just
People out to sight see…
But by facing realism,
I realized precognition,
Could save me from poverty…
I was born on a fright train,
It was frightening
At the nighttime…
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Comments (6)
This is outstanding, Lonzo!
"People out to sight see" is such a simple phrase but evokes such a depth of sorrow. Stunning use of language in this poem.
Great Poem; I especially liked this: I realized precognition, Could save me from poverty…
Superb attempt from you. Heartbreaking!
Good work, but think this could be a 'rap' song. For some of the words and the rhythm of the work when reading did sound like a rap video or it also did sound like a train.
Love the refrain of this. It reads like a rhythmic train. Great stuff. 😊