Sitting
on the Edge
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She
is sitting in the station Waiting
for the train. In
her heart there is falling Acid
Rain. She
is reading a sci-fi novel Of
a battle in space. Her
heart is in darkness seeking
grace. She
hears the train approaching Dimly
down the track. She
is lost in a memory going
back. And
the world revolves in sadness. And
the world revolves in pain. And
she's sitting on the edge Of
what can never be again. She
stands and walks forward Entering
the subway car. Wishing
she were elsewhere away
far. The
noises, they assault her Hitting
into her head. Memories
spew from her of
the dead. A
thousand miles she travels. A
thousand stations go by. In
the dark tunnel she collapses emitting
a cry. And
the world revolves in sadness. And
the world revolves in pain. And
she's sitting on the edge Of
what can never be again. The
train's reached its destination. She
stands and says goodbye. As
those who traveled with her to
heaven fly. She
turns and scans the tunnel. Its
darkness like a tomb. All
gone, all ended, her life a
barren womb. She
ascends to the sunlight, To
a skyline rearranged. One
of many alterations a
world changed. And
the world revolves in sadness. And
the world revolves in pain. And
she's sitting on the edge Of
what can never be again. (c)2004
Leona M Seufert |
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