Bullet Train
The train the train of change has arrived a few weeks for it to leave me alone in my room my heart is too slow all is happening to soon and I am bound to never know what the next firework will be or where the bullet will come from to leave me dead in the snow in a country I do not remember going to all alone without my clothes and my books and prized possessions.
This is a short poem about change, and about a large influx ofit occuring in a very short time. Thewriter inserts themself in the poem making it a mostly autobiographical poem regarding great difficulties navigating changes, loss of control and displeasure with the present. Published date:
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