A trackless Railway Station

The Path

 

It was a trackless Railway Station

In the woods

A bit misunderstood

Stripped

Abandoned

And secluded

 

It was Illusionious

In its imprints

 

Its indentations

Of footsteps

Intersecting

In sections

With the phantoms

Of past steps

 

The glints

Of stimuli

Widened my eyes

In My

Accension

From feeble

Mindedness

 

Suspended

In rhymes

In rows

In times

And places

 

But this time

It's just different

 

As I Blindly

Signed the sky

In denial

Of the price

 

And paid nothing

 

(Poet by: Michael W Noland)

 

Done