Hell On Wheels

Every time i think i'm almost home

this train finds a fresh set of track

through new madness.

there's more despair to be hurtled toward

further down the mountain

and i am against the window,

hands splayed, screaming

feeling the car perilously seesaw

as it lurches forward.

The train tries to shake the dreams from my head

looking for anything else it can take from me.

The years i've ridden quietly,

bending and accepting,

no longer satisfy my life sentence.

This ride ends on fire.

And if i have to burn the train down

while i'm still inside to escape,

you'll be horror struck

at how quickly i'll find a match