Before I fall asleep,
And after I awake.
The existential malaise,
Is difficult to fake.
To those that never felt,
The night that does not end
Bearing fast down on them
Like an angry train
It is hard to explain
That fear is not a friend.
- Author: Trenz Pruca ( Offline)
- Published: September 23rd, 2020 16:30
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: jarcher54, Mark_2011
Comments2
Oh my. You nailed it.
The night that does not end
Bearing fast down on them
Like an angry train
Yes, tied to the tracks, or maybe frozen in our own tracks, watching the locomotive in the distance relentlessly heading our way. I don't know whether to praise this poem or curse you for it.
I can relate to this.
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