I close my eyes all i hear is the ocean and wind…but, the train is coming

With you, here in this tent far from protection, you are the train derailing

Slowly but surely I know you plan out your reactions if i ever detour someway

everyday your mind takes me, studies past travels i am stricken, you wish me this way

fearful of the night i am unable to see ,too sore to move , the train is coming

tired eyes closed with a trickle of the last days tears, your coals are burning

I can feel your breath on my face, your eyes on me causing coals incinerating

my heart now, beating a definite beating ,is all i hear now, the train is coming

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