Literature
Tracks Leading North
Tracks lead north, prepared to take me away.
Caught in indecision, awaiting a long-forgotten train.
I'm frightened of running, but can't stand to stay.
Locomotives no longer pass this deserted way.
Still I'm waiting, eyes searching, all in vain.
Tracks lead north, prepared to take me away.
Escaping home, I need to flee that fray.
Leaving family, my freedom finally attained.
I'm frightened of running, but can't stand to stay.
The train won't come; I'll have to walk the railway.
Feet wander through overgrown, untended terrain.
Tracks lead north, prepared to take me away.
Nerves breed pause, anxiety's attempt to betray.
So much surr