Trains
It calls out in the last hours of the night
A lonely cry searching in the darkness
Unable to find its love it wails to the moon
And deep inside the heart knows its pain
The haunting sound resonates within
Waking feelings that fain sleep
Stirring salty tears of recognition
Until at last the cry grows faint in the night
On to other towns and crossings and ears
Blowing its lonely whistle to attentive hearts
The train continues on down the line
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Author:
MDStone (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2025 22:20
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Comments3
A lovely description well set up and introduced. If it were not for the title I would have been led into a trap of not knowing until the end. Well done
Soren,
Yes, I even debated over the title. In the end though I thought, the call in the heart may be different, but we all have a train that call out to our pain… so I went with that thought in mind. As always, thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts.
MD OK
Sense of loneliness and isolation in this write, nicely written
Thank you so much. Encouragement surely greases the wheels of the train of thought. I appreciation every read and comment. Blessings,
MD
You are very welcome
Love it
Thank you! And thanks for taking the time to read.
You're welcome
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