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| Original Photography by: Kirk Daniel Carter https://plus.google.com/103574263845979425189/posts |
Tomorrow's not promised,
Today might speed faster;
A careless train.
Whatever tomorrow becomes,
I will grasp your sorrow,
Only to become deception.
It was instantaneous,
It hit me without warning,
Everything derailed,
No explosion,
No evidence,
Only deception.
-Erick Flores
There are tracks about 500 yds from my house so trains are a part of my life, I love poems about trains and railroad metaphors and you've used it cleverly here.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great piece Erick, I can completely understand your message here...wonderful work and Kirk is awesome.
ReplyDeleteI love how hopeless this poem feels... how desperate and real.
ReplyDeleteVery well written Erick :)
Hello @rch,
ReplyDeletethat is really interesting. Thank you for sharing! I am sure you are used to the noise. Thank you for the positive comment!
-Erick Flores
Hello Mr. Evans, thank you for always commenting. It means a lot. I am glad you understood the words I tried to share, and the message!
ReplyDeleteYes, Kirk is awesome!
-Erick Flores
Hello Aura,
ReplyDeletewow, that is a deep comment. Yes, that is precisely what I was aiming for. :D Thank you for the comment!
-Erick Flores