Midnight
I am midnight
riding a train to nowhere,
and every glimpse
outside these glass windows
promises of a life
so often dreamed.
And I have stepped out
more now
than before
to grab hold
of what I dream,
but somehow I find myself
back on this train,
heading toward a dark tunnel
with no promise
of seeing life
beyond once again.
But I hope for another stop
to approach soon,
and give me back
a taste of life
before I ride the train again.
Midnight
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
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and give me back
a taste
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Midni
by, Melis
<Deleted User> (4281)
Fri 31st Oct 2008 02:56
Dear Melissa
The poem is amazing! I can relate to that as well. Life is truly a train ride. At times it is slow and some days speed in the opposite direction. Hope that your train will eventually get you to the destination of your desire. WONDERFUL WRITE!!
Happy Halloween to you!!
Thank you,
Zuzanna