Derail
The train went off the track
in a violent whirlwind tumble.
And now I wake up from a daze
in a forest of mangled steel and flame.
Everyone else stays on the ground, dead and bloody.
There's a deep gash above my right eye,
bloody and dark,
but I'll just stitch it up on my own
and limp away on a ruptured heel.
That's how I've always done it,
no help from anyone.
Where the hell am I?
All I know is, I have to make it
To where I was going.
Walk off into the horizon, as the sun sets
Into the sea of mountains.
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