poetry in emotion
Oh, Train!
With your whistle and wail
You poke me awake in the pre-dawn morning.
Damn you!
What a romantic ideal to have a train trailing off in the dark
Reality? Not so much.
From strange dreams you wake me
but you’ve already steamed off and away
leaving me confused.
Did I need to pee? Is THAT why I woke up.
But no. everyday at 6:40am
Tooting and screaming your way through the woods
Your track rings our house in honks and horns.
Oh! TRAIN!
I might slumber still
Except for the small child you’ve nustled awake
Singing and stumbling she comes to find me.
Mama? I wanna go downstairs....
Damn you train...
DAMN YOU!!!
