TRACKS TO NOWHERE
Twin rails stretching out
so shiny and cold, frozen in
time with stories not told.
Bound by dark ties, separate yet
tethered,the rails cannot meet
though placed close together.
One searches for love on any
condition, while the other has
travelled the road of perdition.
This is the rail bed where fear
is a factor, only isolation bears
witness to a defect in character.
The irony here can be held as
so daunting,as both of the rails are
cursed with the same haunting.
They stretch out in solitude
oblivious to one another
sadly they are bound with
neither father nor mother.
There is no beginning, nor
is there an end, they reach
out to nowhere with neither
hope nor a friend. There are
no trains that pass over these
rails, just a journey without end
and a story that pales.
JON GOLDSTEIN
FEBRUARY, 2011
