feeling the train

A pretty thick 
of hell 

That was life 
so far 

But today things 
will change 

Today he was six 
old and that meant old 
enough to 
guide his blind father 
on the streets 

The old man was only 
blind for 
a year after some work 
related accident involving acid 

And there was a mother 
somewhere too. She left 
shortly after 
father’s accident 

Today father held on 
to his son’s shirt 
at the shoulder and told him 
to walk towards the 

“I want to listen to 
the train,” said father 

but it turned out he 
wanted much 
more than that. He wanted to 
feel the train. Against 
his face 

So he stood on the rails 
and told the kid 
to go back home 
and return after an hour or so 

“Okay,” said the kid. But 
he didn’t leave. He watched 
from a safe distance 

Didn’t even find 
event particularly disturbing 

Then he went back home 
and had some 
fruit loops with milk 
and his first taste of 

He had become a 

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  1. Dark, dark. The kid sounds like the beginning life of someone like Mr. Mercedes. a serial killer who felt nothing after killing – normal on the outside, but deeply scarred underneath where a surgeon’s knife could never find the damage to remove it. The poem is fabulous. The kid – probably unadoptable at age six – he’s had a taste of freedom. What happens to him now? BTW, thanks for checking out my blog.

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    1. I enjoyed Stephen King’s “Mr Mercedes”. Now that you mention it, this kid does look like someone who would grow up to be like that. Which goes to show that, indeed, even serial killers were babies at some point.
      I don’t know how his story will end up, but I hope it’s gonna be a more beautiful place than what he left behind.
      Thanks for reading, Marsha ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶

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      1. Amen to that for sure. He doesn’t even know at this point how I normal his life is. Very accurate portrayal of how I think a kid would react. I had a friend who was a Holocaust survivor. Her life between ages 4-9 was even worse than that-no parents. She used to go up to the bodies stacked up along the barbed wire and compare their skin color to her own. That was a good day. She led a productive life but remained very damaged to the end of her 84 years.

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