The Train

The Train

The train barrels through the darkness, maintaining its course.
It stops for no one and nothing; it goes
Until the train meets an unstoppable force.

The tracks had been blackened by remains and remorse
And ghost-whispered words echoed softly in dense mist.
But the train barreled through the darkness, maintaining its course.

No end of the line, seemingly no station of source.
Forever barreling, it chose to keep going on
Until the train met an unstoppable force.

Eyes upon the blood and stains, silent mourns
Forever, as though meant to go on, apropos.
Still the train barreled through the darkness, maintaining its course.

The desolate tracks in an empty town that warns
Not to cross the conductor’s line of coal
Until the train met an unstoppable force.

Until one day, the train hit understanding and crashed into recourse.
Stopped, dead in its tracks, and spilled its cargo.
Ignorance and avoidance spilled forth from the cars.
It was always there, dragging behind the engine’s roars,
But the conductor cared not until he looked back and saw the scars.

The will to move on and make the change, choose recourse.
Carrying the load of great heft, the dark coals
Slows the train down and gathers pain in the soul.
Once noticed, the weight doubles and doubles again.

Once the train barreled through the darkness, maintaining its course
Until the train met the unstoppable force.