Memories of a Train

When darkness engulfed,
and strands of light were cast,
through the blinds of windows,
the blaring train horn scared me mighty.

When I would submerge myself in my blanket,
and let the moon’s glimmer comfort me,
striking the walls of my room,
the train was a ride home.

When I had grown older and,
darkness was light,
the train horn reeled me out of bed,
for it was a fear I conquered,

as should all fears.

                                                                                                          ~ Saharsh Satheesh 

                                                                                                                     Memphis, TN, USA

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