Last Train, First Light

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Lovage “Strangers On A Train”

waking up dazed from my slumber
uncertain how long i was under
could’ve been minutes
could well have been years
hard to tell when you’re in it right up to your ears
my eyes were wide open
no question of such to be posed
the sun rose at dawn
died the same pretty death at day’s close
yet i was barely even present to observe this event
my body was there
flesh and bone in attendance
though mind, heart and soul groped by throes of dependence
all thoughts on course to think
yet every time i blinked i missed them
waylaid by unruly toxins coursing through my system

as i strayed farther from the path of enlightenment
happiness no longer seemed my entitlement
simple pleasures eluded me
each drop of hard rainfall diluted me
as storm clouds burst
just to grab my attention
no roaming charges were deemed fit for mention
instead they stacked up
while i jacked myself up
and ignorance permitted me blissful convention
this fabricated reality
fashioned a cavity
strategically placed to accommodate vanity

this became sanctuary
while life disheartened
imparting no pardon while placing embargo on thanking me
crestfallen appeared my true calling
to remain on this plain
stake no claim on my veins
unaware that this whispering campaign
was applying restraint to a science arcane
my compliance to chaos that reigned was now draining me
the magic i’d gathered
then started escaping me
glanced at the riches of ages embellished
once worn as a gown
and paraded with relish
resembled the chains masquerading each penance detaining me

how had i arrived at this point
you may ask
why did i wander from first light through last
no clue as to  bearings
despairing as uncaring vista commenced then to splinter
tearing down walls decomposed of cold comfort
staring me down as the earth beneath blistered
sinking at rate most alarming
this got me to thinking
with eyes declined blinking
it jarred me
momentarily distracted
from the realm i was trapped in
with vantage abstracted
was granted epiphany
initially found this to be rather startling
a slap in the face
yet with velveteen glove
dusted with diamonds and each last one sparkling

in a moment
it all became crystalline clear
knew just what to do
or at least how to do it
should i fall foul of fear
then i’d proudly push through it
name and shame every pain
take each twinge then refrain
if the sweats get on top
ride them out and abstain from entertaining gain in slipping back again to same terrain
not the same now anyway
for everything had changed
last train then redirected to a better way
hence, i grabbed all best effects and made clean getaway

waking up fresh from slumber
uncertain how long i was under
could’ve been minutes
could well have been years
hard to tell when you’re no longer pinched by arrears
my eyes are wide open
no question of such to be posed
the sun still rises at dawn
dies the same pretty death as days draw to a close
yet i am verily present to observe this event
my body is here
flesh and bone in attendance
mind, heart and soul in repose of independence
as i bid the train to board
all free thoughts now lend full permission
to blink and listen as they coolly glisten

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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3 Comments

  1. Such a perilous journey you’ve travelled yet here you are watching the sunrise and sunset with calmness restored… keep on clucking, you’re doing great!

    I’ve took this:
    “should i fall foul of fear
    then i’d proudly push through it
    name and shame every pain”

    1. Thank you dearest Mouse. For keeping me clucking. Every egg I laid is freckled white gold. In honour of the kind of friend forever furnishes.

      And I adore that you take little nuggets away from my art. Scurry into your corner with the cheddar and nibble away. Means more than words or worlds could ever hope to express.

      1. Aw that’s such a lovely image! A mouse nibbling on some Scottish Mature Cheddar then scurrying back to enjoy her nugget.
        Always with you 🌳

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