Today I used a combination of things to inspire a poem. Awhile back I had an image of an abandoned railroad track that I jotted down in my notebook. I also drew upon the word MADNESS, which came to me via a random word generator.
Here's the result. I hope you enjoy it.
An abandoned railroad track,
rusted and overgrown with time,
|Image courtesy of Sura Nualpradid|
fades into the mists of some
Chilled winds swirl and consume
the delicate flesh of humanity.
Warmth ebbs away, leaving only
This path, once lush and vibrant
echoes with the memories of
long lost dreams that have since
crumbled to dust.
Stories once passed down through
generations with reverence were
replaced with broken phrases of
For who had time to share tales
of wonder and adventure when the
daily need to fulfill demands of
vanity ran high?
The storytellers once lingered,
eager to share, but no one came,
and thus came the final end as
curiosity lay down to die.