My Ghost Train Poem by Joanne Kearsey

Where do I go now as I don't know what I'm supposed to do,
Life pointing me in a new direction that leads to yet more ignorance,
But they say this is where it all began for the weak when they know I'm not,
Suffering in silence as this becomes my material decadence.

Not seeing the truth as life's little secrets remain blind,
Influence ceasing to exist in this new infectious generation,
Letting it all go as I climb ever higher on this unstable ladder,
And this ghost train is still waiting for me at its dark station.

Waiting for this coward to have a final change of heart,
Leading him through the darkness along the winding path of such desolation,
Nerves getting the better of both of us as we tread carefully onwards,
Hoping it will never end in a horrid isolation.

Slashing through the fear that took rest in the chambers of my heart,
Claiming what so rightfully belongs to me and releasing it into the world,
Following instincts that that bring me to the brink of certain destruction,
And I lay bare and hidden, kept away from all that was ever heard.

The nefarious lives we live contradict the words of 'higher powers',
Seeing the scars that have been hidden behind a closed door,
Realising that some have lost everything as others have gained it all,
But it doesn't matter as we all end up dead and bleeding on a cold cement floor.

Looking through the glass to see a life that was no longer part of life,
As I walk down these haunted streets of a past that only now has been remembered,
Hesitating at the sight of the one you used to love but now is dead,
These feelings of love have flown away like a hanged bird.

This illustrious and improbable situation cannot last much longer,
Knowing that we can only stay here for a little while,
You are only a memory now of person who used to be,
And you somehow knew that letting go wasn't exactly my style.

The ghost train has come and gone now,
I missed my ride and now have the rest of my life to live,
Thanks for the memories but that is all you are now,
And how you died is something that I certainly cannot forgive.