#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon,
with a current so strong a night that lasted too long...
a voice that new how to keep crying in the wind how how can I keep on letting this go on
I keep my ground standing tall until they all had there way...