Journey (D11 #NaPoWriMo)


This train raced on in dark,
Tracks thundered underneath the weight of carriages carried,
1st, 2nd and you don’t want to know what class,
Not exactly untouchable, but you’d think so
As everyone passed them by, 
Stepping over around or through, unseeing.

I strained to see the broken shapes before me.

The guards looked in, not out,
Their vision to maintain, no diversions here.
It’s not that the drivers did not see, but rather what drove them was a different reality.
But no faery godmother flew to aid these troubled souls,
Their leaden weighted souls tied them to the tracks.
The drivers simply drove
It was not their job to chose
The path that this train took.

I strained to see the broken shapes before me.

It was not guards or driver
Who’d choose a different path,
But those who bought the tickets
Who planned the trips that these trains took.
And they and only they
Could change this trains franchise.

I strained to see the broken shapes before me.

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