Railway

I often think about the darkness that lingered in your heart

Was it woven into you at conception?

Deep within, your cells and the marrow of your bones?

Or was it the corrosion of this earth

Like an ocean, beautiful yet erodes the fragile human heart

The careless rush of the crowd

The indifference of your desire

I sit at the station late at night

When the railway is still

And wonder the pain a man can take

So that death and dismemberment is desired.

The sky would fall

and the foundation of earth depart

how could i not perceive the darkness within you?

And how it is a poverty of the English language or perhaps the limit of my vocabulary to accurately articulate the true goodness of your nature and heart