Gloam persists thoroughly throughout,
A flicker, humble, at war with the dark.
How is this thing supposed to cease its movement
If it has no place to park?
Singing words known by none
Relaxed as dreams and fears may go,
Nodding skull to a brilliant tone
Enveloped by truth;
Paranoid to the bone.
Chaotic peace has never shone on misgivings,
In the way a headlamp does over the conductor's properties of this cabin.
Passengers a'many, intent on seeing family.
Be it pleasure, be it business,
Could be for a holiday,
That of Kwanzaa, or that of Christmas.
Greeted, escorted, a polarizing, chilled plateau.
Ideals held within that shall never be received.
'Cause lo and behold, with nowhere to go, -
This behemoth shan't stop for me.
Hours late, Overseer's parting shared.
The operations abandoned, long devoid of population.
The Gods deemed it fair for whoever
To crack a window, for respiration.
When the passengers found their street,
And departed with nothing to give:
Their actions produced frigid vibes
More bitter than the will to live.
Carried luggage, cigarettes, trilby attire -
Then went about the day.
Although it's uncertain how it was managed
To lose the train along the way.
Tarnished rails condemn a halt;
Eternity for it shall flee.
Sleepers warped, rusted, bare,
Clanks, on and on ~
Like people that are not here,
Its terminus is long gone.
When first I stepped aboard this rail,
It was then, and still is now:
The apex of my providence.
Lacking fulfillment, I rejoice in desolation,
And await this ill journey's end.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello, and good day. This poem is based on a certain aspect of life, but I'll leave it up to interpretation. Thanks for stopping by, and happy writing friends!
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I got as far as: Something 'persists' (verse 1). It will take me about 3 hours to translate, I expect! I'm not fluent in Greek, only know a smidgeon. *Gets out my Greek to English alphabet list*.
Haha, best of luck with that sir. Thanks for stopping by!
Don't know how to translate, maybe you can enlighten me.
This is a story about having no destination. At one point, there are train cars attached to the locomotive, but at some point they all fall off and the man is left by himself at the head of the engine room with no conductor. It's about not knowing where you're headed. 😀
Well, that describes me. But then, if you don't know where you are going you cannot get lost! 🙂
If you had a plan when you started, but then lost it along the way, are you lost or not?
Nicholas, good one. I guess if you had a plan you would know where you want to go, and if you get lost you are lost. You can only not get lost if you have no idea where you want to go in the first place.
Wow, very deep thinking here, my friend! 🙂
Well played as well Fred. Poetry is lovely isn't it?
I liked your metaphor for the journey of life.
I appreciate your comment and your read, thank you very much.
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