Found Poem: I don’t remember writing this

I want to tell a simple story

But the words are lost. The stories keep coming

And coming

But there are coughs.


They erupt

And they are muffled

And they stop my train of thought,

Like a Lady tied to tracks

Wishing for time

To be bought.


I want to say

She’s screaming, there’s dirt under her nails

She’s pulling, she’s pleading

As her skin begins to pale.


I want to say there’s yielding

As the train clings to its rails.

There’s shouting, there’s tears

As she begins to wail.


But one cough is all it takes

For them to feel awake.

There’s no train, no Lady,

And nothing at stake.


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