David DeSantis - **Ghost Tracks

I'm sliding off the rail
from which a mind
used to hang,
dripped in perspiration
lost in malaise.

She once believed in me
as they believe in you,
and I can't shake the strain
of a neck in a noose.

Swinging back and forth
its not a way to live,
cookie cutter dreams
and strainers that won't give.

While somewhere along the line
we all cross a bend,
leading off the tracks
to ghouls and ghost men.

But I can't seem to care
enough to stop the pain
forming friends over family
and fire over rain.

A levy in which i find
no good way to mend,
ties that are broken
while streams rise again

pain is as deep
as deep as is pain
round and round we go

auto-
matans
on a train.



Copyright (c) David DeSantis

David DeSantis

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