It's the train wreck
that lulls me to sleep.
Screams of twisting metal
serenade me.
The wheeze in my chest
like a steam engine;
too many cigarettes,
I still have the shakes.
Dull thud in my head;
alcohol and vicodin,
body smacks pavement
in the aftermath.
The blood circulates.
Eyes not blind to my
own face up turned and
held together by gravel.
I’m smiling there,
forever entwined;
tracks and train wrecks
that lull me to sleep.
Author notes
I wrote this the way it is because it made sense. Short, almost aborted lines and a steady rhythm to match train tracks.
Written May 8th, 2006
A contest entry
- Misery Loves Company by Danna Hobart.
375 points, ended October 16, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is REALLY good. It's kind of like a sad lulleby in a way (maybe I just thought of that because it says "that lull me to sleep" but I don't know).
I can completely relate.
I mean...I really just don't know what to say besides that I like this a lot and I plan on reading more, and if I like it, I shall put you on my favorites!!
So congrats on an awesome write.
Luuuuuuuuuuurve
Hannah -
Yes, the rythym of this is lulling, and the images of twisted metal and screeching all come together to make a wonderful hypnotic read, most excellent!
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very good
I enjoy reading your work very mcuh...it has been my pleasure to discover your on allpoetry.
I will be looking forward to the next piece you post.
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Not sure what rules you followed but this is a terrific poem. I really felt like I'd been trashed after I'd read it.
And that's good...right?
Good luck!
D -
This poem is so VERY, VERY, EXTREMELY FINE! You are so GOOD! I am trying to come up with a Superman poem for this contest. Good luck to us all! And stay away from the train tracks. huh.
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