Down the Tracks

the train is gone
missed by half a second
all are beckoned

the clock won't stop
no matter how hard
or how many are scarred

cake baked
her day of life
burned by strife

sits on the shelf
pieces falling off
landing in a trough

papers pile up
horror struck
frozen schmuck

emotions tangle
this little web
hope this pain will ebb

by zentouro
posted on 02/09/2008