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written by: TM DiSarro



There’s a dark train leaving soon
The ticket paid for long ago
All the passengers are ghosts
To haunt my journey as I go
Riding towards an altered plane
The distance greater than the miles
A point of view that’s just a stain
Within the consequence of aisles
Between reality as seen
Far removed from heart and soul
To where we look behind the scenes
Of tragedies as they unfold
In wicked layers year by year
In flashbacks of the life I missed
In lost degrees of pain and tears
In old scars running round my wrist
A white light shining down the tracks
My travel bags are full of bones
With bodies carried on my back
So I will never ride alone

TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes.
TM DiSarro

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