A poem born in hell
Stanzas of cynicism
Like railroad tracks
Carry this heart of doubt
Its engine of surety rumbling and rambling
Stealing away the purity of the mystery
Bound and shackled in fetters of fixation
Plundered of all awe
No surprise
Notions of permanence
Like coils of a serpent
Strengthening despair
Breathless
Gasping for the air of innocence
Unable to swallow trust
While being swallowed up
Eaten alive
Never more the less
One last look
The setting sun
The sinking heart
Taking my seat
In the dragons belly
Till my time has come

Nice poem .