The Fault of Freight Trains

Fri, 11/16/2018 - 16:31 -- engle2u

Anger is my Fault.

Sadness is my Fault.

Emotions are my Fault.

Everything I lack is my Fault.


How one bad day,

Can spread,

Like wildfire.

How one bad day,

Can make everybody



The screams.

Just a high pitch

Train whistle.

Blowing steam

Off their heads.


I start everything.

I argue about everything.

I cry over everything.

And this creates a river.

A lake others drown in.


Of course it’s my fault.

Who else could it be?

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