Wreckage
brianlux
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At the turnstile I sat down and wrote this for just after disembarking. It's called...
Wreckage
Turmoil at the gates wrenches
Retching minds flinch at
The images and sound of
Weeping in the back ground
While the names are counted off
Slowly.
Train wreck of anger
Lends no solace to
Questions unanswerable but who
Would dare ask about the rain?
Rather instead let's ask
Who plays better tambourine? Ed
or Chris and who kicks
Ass better Mike or
Slash. But why ask if
It comes down to that?
Screech of wheels on steel breaking
Glass on tracks broken down
In stale patterns of bitter repartee
Waiting for someone to end up
On top when there never will be
A winner. It's wreckage, baby,
wreckage.
Wreckage
Turmoil at the gates wrenches
Retching minds flinch at
The images and sound of
Weeping in the back ground
While the names are counted off
Slowly.
Train wreck of anger
Lends no solace to
Questions unanswerable but who
Would dare ask about the rain?
Rather instead let's ask
Who plays better tambourine? Ed
or Chris and who kicks
Ass better Mike or
Slash. But why ask if
It comes down to that?
Screech of wheels on steel breaking
Glass on tracks broken down
In stale patterns of bitter repartee
Waiting for someone to end up
On top when there never will be
A winner. It's wreckage, baby,
wreckage.
"Don't give in to the lies. Don't give in to the fear. Hold on to the truth. And to hope."
-Jim Acosta
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The vitriolic words on 'the train' do not honour those little lives lost, or the families who love them.
I wish you comfort and peace xox
Thank you, moretonbayfig.
Peace and well being to you as well.
What a subtle way to express emotions that strong.
That is excellent, Brian