The Purposeless Railroad


So sad, so sad, that’s what I feel

In a life that is at best surreal

Wanting to be known for myself

But endlessly sitting upon a shelf


Looking outward with great eyesight

Not encumbered by day or night

But having no light to illuminate

Where to place my sightless fate


Long ago the flash went out

Chilled by the soundless shout

Hidden in brush and random trees

A solemn forest upon my knees


A shelter always sought and won

Going unseen by every one

Lost in the shuffle of my very feet

Unable to handle the pained retreat


Never given instructions for life

Moving along the rails of strife

I continue until the end is near

Knowing no progress in leaving here


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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One Response to The Purposeless Railroad

  1. I can sympathize with the “Voice” in this poem…

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