Here I sit, completely unseen. Metal beam rests beside metal beam. Lengths of wood periodically between. A rumbling approaches, drawing your mind, As you look and see down the line. A light ever bright and ever so kind. The ground begins to quake and hum, A whisper of where it’s coming from. Its song grows louder, a steady beat, A hymn of iron, earth, and heat. The rail hums cold beneath my hand, A trembling tether to where I stand. The train draws near, its shadow grows, Its breath of fir...

The train draws near, its shadow grows, Its breath of fire and iron flows. I sit unmoving, lost in thought, Of battles waged and wars I’ve fought. Its weight, unyielding, surges fast, A force that doesn’t heed the past. The light pours in, it floods my eyes, And leaves me wondering: live or die? With aching limbs and heavy sigh, I step away, not knowing why.

I don’t know why the first one didn’t format when I sent it that’s weird

lol I’m glad but please don’t lay unseen on train tracks that is not the best use of your time

Hiya

I’m thinking of starting a media form of some sort for my poetry

My brother offered to be the reader for it cause he’s awesome

Welcome welcome I hope it went well and if not feel free to rant to me

Lots of people here are willing to talk just be careful a lot want more than that if you understand what I mean

Not so much in this room it seems

I started a media for my poetry and got the first post out with my brother narrating it

Yup I’m excited

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