“Trains” by Melanie Mercano

Poems by Melanie Mercado*

Trains

The tunnels are narrow and hollow, And trains continue to run all night. Filling with passengers who never get off.

The voices get louder and louder. One over the other and that one over the next. Yet, no one can hear the sounds, the scream, or the cries continuing to build up within.

There is barely any room to breathe and the air Is full of so much panic, that earth’s core becomes Unsteady; causing severe fear and havoc.

Is there any way out of this place? Or is there no peace, no escape? Is there no one who understands?

Or can simply lend a hand? Will this place ever fill with light? Will the passengers ever get off? Or will these trains run forever?