Ticket to Ride…

I buy my ticket to ride,
Paid with blood, sweat and tears.
Hoping for the slimmest change of
Scenery and Circumstance.

The doors slide shut behind me and I take my seat.
Half way down the car there is a stranger sitting,
Reading a paper, oblivious to everyone and everything.
I envy him.

The cabin thrums to the song
Of the wheels along the tracks.
Ka-thum, Kathum,….Ka-thum, Kathum.
Soothing. Relaxing.

I watch the scenery change through the cold glass of the windows,
Hoping my destination is warm and bright.
Some place filled to the top with
Love and Light and Comfort.

I watch the man a few seats away for a bit.
Watch the wrinkles on his aged hands
Trembling slightly as they hold the paper up for his review.
His spectacles reflecting the slowly setting sun on the article in front of him.

The car begins to slow,
Raising my hopes of a peaceful place where
I can rest and recharge from the endeavors of the day.
A place of bright sand and warm sun.

What I get is an “End of the Line” sign
And the car going dark as the doors slide open.
Outside a thunderstorm brews,
And the air is heavy with the promised rain.

The train has pulled up to a dim platform
On the outskirts of some un-named city.
The sudden darkness lights the scenery outside
With muted tones of gray and grime.

The old man quietly folds his paper,
Stands, and exits the car.
Never looking back,
He quickly disappears into the gloom.

I depart the car slowly,
Being sure of each step and trying to see in all directions at once.
I know this place. I have been here before.
Although I know what is coming it always shocks me.

I’ll leave the finer points to your imagination,
But suffice it to say there are bodies.
Or pieces of them.
Everywhere.  I.  Look.

Oh yes.
This place.
I have DEFINITELY been here before.
I reach over my shoulder and palm the three foot blade
That instinct tells me will be there.

So much for Love and Light and Comfort.

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~ by daveprime on June 26, 2010.

4 Responses to “Ticket to Ride…”

  1. The painted picture might be dark and dank and even dangerous and yet….and yet…… it’s more full of light and hope than the blade might suggest.

  2. I thought about your comment for a while and realize that you are right! The protagonist here is still willing to put up a fight. Someone who has given up all hope wouldn’t leave the train in the first place…

  3. Hi Dave, been lurking and enjoying your blog. I want to give you a special gift of an ward for your blog…”One Lovely Blog” Award.
    Just come by my blog to read about it and pick your blog award up! I have also put your blog on my blog roll page too! I hope this brightens your day some! Lila
    http://www.lilabyrdakabirdladybyday.wordpress.com

  4. Hi, I’ve been reading your blog for a few days now and I can really relate to some of your posts. Interestingly, I’m currently involved with a non-profit that is walking from St. Louis to Washington D.C. in order to raise awareness about depression. Our website is walktowashington.org. Please take a look and sign our petition if you’d like.
    -ryan

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