#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, it crashes into our truck
we are thrown threw a field of muck
a life lost too soon
another torn asunder
while the remaining far too callous accused of malice
a user and abuser.

Thrown into sorrow
with little hope for tomorrow

Though with a life torn asunder and with their protector now lost, he continued on....

Perpetually unexcited, gaslighted

The mind as a prison, thoughts ignited.

© Lokeal Votaro