Railroad Crossing

I miss the sounding of the trains at nighttime's pass
I miss my shoes on their trek, walking on the tracks.
One way there. One way back.

I miss the haul.
I miss the crawl.
I miss the distance.

Not knowing where I'm going,
But aware of the direction.

I miss the loud isolation even mentioned

Heading toward the setting.
Sun sets it's dark protection.

It's too silent without the whistle.
Tumbleweeds, telephone poles and thistles.
Rocks crunching beneath feet.
Cutting through town, cut down in half, like reapers wheat.

Weight of the freight passes me by
Storaged carts of orange holding nigh
The moon watches the sun to soon raise high
Chugging along in song, thoughts of mine
Written by DCLXVI_1989 (Garrett Asa Hughes)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 109
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 3:19pm by AspergerPoet56
Today 3:01pm by Ahavati
Today 2:51pm by Kinkpoet
Today 2:46pm by Valeriya
Today 2:34pm by JohnnyBlaze
Today 2:22pm by JohnnyBlaze