The last train at the end of the line…

The last train at the end of the line...

Empty streets of stolen angst. The silent steel sentinels are specters of a hidden horror. A crippling step at a time. Your breathing is labored and the red flood is existence ebbing away. Stumbling and crashing back to the fountainhead. You knew this is where it started and ends. Alone. A dying creature of the long night of the sleeping city. You desperately try to hold it back but you can’t stem the tide of fate. Falling hard on the wet tar in the sordid yellow light of the streetlight’s waning, your head shatters into a thousand fragments of racing memories. A blissful high showers your prone body, a shimmering bundle of rags. Your mouth fills with sweet black honey, and you finally find a sort of peace, the gutter a soft pillow for staring at the stars. A sheltering sky of black oblivion falls gently towards you.

The midnight special thunders in. The pavement an echoing platform at the end of the line. All the way. No stops. Leaving in one minute. “All aboard”. No-one is left behind. All seats are reserved. Who made that reservation? And when? Was it God in his infinite indifference at year zero? Or was it your mother in boundless love calling you back to the womb as you were leaving it. Do something! Make it real. Make it happen like it never did before. Just once. Too late. One final useless effort to go back, then you give it up. Sirens scream. The wails of the condemned a dark chorus do futile battle with the rumble and hiss of the locomotive as it draws the carriages away in a dirty cloud of steam.

3 thoughts on “The last train at the end of the line…”

  1. Hi! Tony,
    The screenshot is a prime example of…obscurité à la lumière. Or rather a prime example or use of dark and light.(Fog,reflection,shadow, dark, and light.)

    “Do something! Make it real. Make it happen like it never did before. Just once. Too late. One final useless effort to go back, then you give it up…”

    The reading (poem) that you have written is eloquent(very moving, powerful words, emotional, and a very vivid description too!) and describe in detail (at least to me….) a dying man last seconds, minutes, and hours on this earth, but before he slips away into the “big sleep”… every happening,(in his life) memory,(that he can recall) and thought(s) flashes before his very eyes…and then there is no “turning back” and no “waking up’ and no…
    tomorrow.

    Thanks, for sharing!
    DeeDee 😉

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