Category: Poetry

Railway

Heavy freight.

By Dante Elijah Puschiasis on December 15, 2019

I have come to know much about pain. I was eager to share the knowledge.

Just a little bit longer.

Like oil and water; rainbows rising to the top and covering what's below without ever truly interacting with it.

Such a little thing, from oh so long ago; How can you still be hung up on this?

I couldn't pay you to stay.

Look up; can you feel it?

A place to rest my head could do me some good.

Writing nothing to no one for no reason.