The Train

Happiness.

Happiness are the rainbows bringing color to the forlornness of a rainy day,

Happiness are the times you laugh and you don’t even know why

Happiness are the jokes you share with your friends.

Happiness is you.

YOU are color, laughter, jokes.

You are flying, dancing, and singing to those who are not as fortunate.

You smile, and laugh, and play with the children.

You have a wonderful life.

But the train.

The train, the train, the train that always comes.

You smile, and laugh, and play with the children

the morning that it comes.

You hear it coming,

like a wrathful storm,

before you see it.

Chug, Chug

It groans .

Chug, chug

And shrieks

Chug chug

And roars as it speeds toward you like a bullet.

The passenger aboard that train is a foul thing,

with claws like iron that rip your heart,

arms like a snake that squeeze your lungs

and eyes like the coldest night that make you shiver.

As the train comes to a lumbering stop, you push the children away,

protecting them.

The doors slither open, and you back away,

but the passenger is already upon you.

The claws start to rip.

The arms start to squeeze.

And ever so slowly,

you begin to shiver.

It squeezes,

Shiver.

Until it’s practically squeezing itself.

It rips

Shiver, Shiver,

Until there’s no more  heart left to rip.





Some people escape the passenger aboard that train of sorrow,

And even go on to help others do the same.

But some never do.

Some people are never helped,

Never aided in their struggle to escape.

And the worst part is,

that sometimes no one even notices until there is nothing left to help.