This poem was written by my oldest daughter. Almost on a dare. She used to write poetry when she was younger and I recognized early that she had real talent. Katie decided that her passions were other places. (She has become a sound editor in the film industry.) This is a young woman who can do anything she sets her mind on. If I had half her energy and talents, I would have considered myself blessed. I hope she continues to write. I love to read her stuff.
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THE RAIL – Katie Halliday
The Dead Night Sky, clouded
The moon is blocked
Not even shadows prevail
It comes, swift and steady
The squeals of metal on metal fill the night
Sparks fly, lighting the dark
It takes them to new places
Only to bring them back to the beginning
It is fuelled by unseen forces
It is unstopping, unchanging
Its circuit is repeating
It passes
The screams echo; the only proof it ever existed
It continues on into the night
The clouds drift and the moon appears
Washing the color from the world
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