A BALLAD FOR A FRIEND: A poem written in tears

Sad,
Lonely,
Sitting,
Facing that way,
Crossed legs,
Arms folded in defiant motions,
Sitting there,
On the railroad tracks,
Heart breaking,
Heart aching,
The train,
Steaming along,
That train,
Barreling down,
Faster,
And faster,
Today,
Do I dare not pull away,
Sane,
Insane,
Sitting there, waiting,
Patiently.

It seems,
Like it was yesterday,
Fine young men,
Dancing,
There in fancy balls,
With their dames,
Now,
These men,
One lies dead,
The other,
A walking corpse,
His mind,
The end,
Sitting there,
On the railroad tracks,
Thinking about the day,
Days,
Here,
Lay,
Mister! Mister! Get away!!
Run away,
He doesn’t move…

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