Who knows how long I've been here
Waiting for the train
Waiting to escape
From this cold and windy rain
Looking down the lane...
Nothing moving but the trees
Praying to myself,
"God have mercy on me, please!"
Standing on the side
Of this tired, empty road
I'm getting to my wit's end
And I'm ready to explode
I'm not supposed to be here
I should be on my way home
Instead, I've spent forever
Feeling lost and all alone
Isn't someone looking for me?
Do they even know I'm gone?
Will I be here all day...
Through the night, and after dawn?
It's hard to find a motive
When it seems like no one cares
God forbid they consider my pain...
They're too worried about theirs
So I guess I'm stuck here, waiting
For my train to finally come
Until my mind gives out
Until my fragile heart's gone numb
A contest entry
- Last Train to Clarkdale by hoodoolover.
600 points, ended February 21, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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Great write, it has a really great rhythm to it, would make a great song, the writes for this contest have far exceeded my expectations, thanks so much for your entry and best of luck!


