Abandoned

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.

Abandoned

An abandoned railroad track,

rusted and overgrown with time,

Image courtesy of Sura Nualpradid
 / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

fades into the mists of some

unknown madness.

Chilled winds swirl and consume

the delicate flesh of humanity.

Warmth ebbs away, leaving only

shivering bone.

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

no consequence.

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.