Poem - Off the Tracks

[libra_traveller]

This poem was written three years ago for my creative writing class. My classmates decided that it read like a movie, the narrator being a camera.



Meeting that one person who sets everything off
The train starts moving
Get to know that one person who turns everything off
The driver is shot
Find that one person had left
The train continues too fast
No one else is left.

Turn and look around at the destruction
The train hits a few bumps
Look around from the floor and try to function
The train skids off the tracks
Shock sets in and thoughts whirl away
One car slips away from the others
You were on it they'll say.

Tumble down a hill and into a ditch
The car is battered and torn
Sit up and try not to twitch
The car is on its side
Shakily rise through the window
The car explodes shooting blazing fire
Watch from the ground eight feet from the window.

Listen as police sirens through the mist
Your body is cut and worn
Lie still as someone checks to see if you still exist
You're alive but there's no one left to mourn
Leave this land and let your spirit fly
They place you in a building full of the lost.
Lost because you’re on standby.

Comments

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Intriguing. Thanks.