Wye Switch

Weary

I’m so weary
From chasing endless tracks
That lead to nowhere
Derailing at the junction
Then switching to converge
In hopes of catching one bright spark
Yet you avoid making the choice
To deviate from your own path
And I’m dog tired
Sitting at the run-off point
Expecting a fugitive train
That never comes
I think I hear a forlorn moan
Coming down the line
Vibrating deep in my soul
Bringing me to tears
But that silver flash
Keeps right on going
Like lightning in the sky
Turning everything to gray
As it disappears around the bend
It leaves behind another trail
Of despair

©Kay Salady

Image credit:  Scott Mitchell Photography

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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