Running a Train

Words drift in and out. Are our mouths
just tunnels? Words = train cars?
And the passengers = meaning? If so
I feel like my train is empty, yet
leaving the station at full speed.
Destination = unknown. There is no driver.
It's not even automated, but
still, it zips off before anyone can get on.
But who? These days even the station is empty.
There are departures only and no arrivals.
They should put an out-of-order sign on me.

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2022-07-31 at 18:01

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
This is the first text of yours I read - and it is so good, promises a lot for more adventures into your poems! It's so sharp, witty, fun - and also with a syncopating symbolism that slaps you in the face with a laughter, ever so often!