Soon, the dreamless became the sleepless

Left with only pocket change

And worthless collectables to rearrange.

Later, the hopeless became the reckless

With the consciousness of a hornet

He wanted to sting every flower he met.

Presently, he wallowed in the mire

The spark that would set the world on fire

Expel the demons as the smoke floated higher and higher

Into the atmosphere.

He begged

And pleaded

Every day

Fewer and fewer words he had to say.

And ‘Poof’ he was gone

Down the rail.

A single hair

Drifted into the stratosphere

No one remembered

No one cared.

His tombstone wasn’t even there.

He now stayed on the caboose

Staring back

Looking for bridges he passed

Watching them explode then collapse.

His future

Bleak as ever

Only by divine intervention

Could change the course of the track

He traveled on.

DWB©2009