On The Train

On The Train

A Poem by Henry Martinez

 As the night commences,

the sun makes its final stand.

A beautiful manipulation of

color;

a pinkish orange,

color of my mother's tomb.

A foreground:

the dark, grey blue clouds.

For today, the sun takes its leave

in splendor and canvas renditions.

 

As the nigh tcommences,

I feel a little uneasy,

I have turbulance in

feelings;

uncertain of the future.

Of course, the future is never certain,

the sun might never rise

or set

again

But I guess we all get

a tad bit confused.

 

Feelings aren't static,

the shift and change shape

You can only hope and

have faith:

Tomorrow will be a better day.

© 2008 Henry Martinez


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Henry Martinez
Henry Martinez

Bronx, NY



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