A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

The Train, The Void

Tracks run eclipsing to oblivion,
decaying in filth– the void station
Swallowing souls,
deposited as tickets belonging to those who took the ride
Did they deserve to die?
Cancer poured through our sides,
as knives tearing at flesh
A game of roulette,
with all the bets paid up in advance
the house takes all
Paying in return,
a sole outcome for one and all– death

Standing alone in the station of misery,
trains fade on down the line
Limbless and blind standing as one all down the line,
when life’s little dance comes to an abrupt stop
No round of applause to commemorate the show,
standing still yet buzzing by
moving as cardboard cutouts entangled by string to dance on by

The engine’s dead,
no more train to pass on by
Limbless and blind,
all fall as a wave from the line to the tracks– blank eyes stare up at the poisonous sky
Desperate longings in silent woe,
for the engine to make it’s roar– letting the train come rush by
Saturating cancerous tumours filling our sides,
no end in sight for resolution– not even an inch

Wings of angels burn to a dry crisp,
fall on those lonely tracks
Crippled they weep,
leaving marks of ash in place of those phantom wings struggling to fly
In the stillness they all– crippled, hopeless; be it some angels,
desperately wait to die
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