Trains
Sadness, real sadness
hits you like a train.
At first, not at all.
But then, all at
once.
Sadness, real sadness
is usually mistaken
for something else.
Sometimes carelessness.
Really that’s just because
sadness, real sadness
is turned off and
covered up by
no emotion at all.
Sadness, real sadness
hits you like a train.
When you’re alone and
covered up with
thoughts
running through
your skull.
It all just hurts
like a train wreck.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world