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Hum Drum of the Train
The train used to lull me to sleep with its familiar whispers,
insisting me to close my eyes
as I visualized the cars flashing by,
one by one,
on the tracks I called my home.
The black coal being carried along the metal tracks
as if to save mankind.
It seemed to serve a purpose
beyond my knowledge,
beyond anyone’s but the train’s.
Even more so when looking at the tagged trains,
the graffiti-filled cargo units
that looked so elegantly chaotic
when whizzing by.
I was mesmerized by each individual train going by,
giving me hope I can be
as beautiful and as calming
and yet so eerily mysterious
as those were.
Until one day,
the trains lured me to jump aboard
its abandoned space
and spend sleepless nights
in the forlorn shadows
of what was yet to come.
My heart filled itself with joy
as I journeyed across the country
alongside the hum drum of the comforting train
along the tracks I called my home.
This train ran
through my head on repeat
as I imagined its fleeting existence
eventually coming to a halt,
forcing me into a sleep
for the last time.
