Strings of thick, carefully placed
Black licorice lay strewn across the ground.
Stale, and no longer sweet;
They wait.
Water continues to pelt down from above,
Soaking the steel forms.
Many paths are paved,
Planks and rocks intersecting each individual way.
Taking refuge, is a small strand of followers,
Blindly moving forward,
Until they have stopped.
Ahead are two leaders, they are confused and lost.
These followers have been misled, and
They have all chosen this way,
So now there is no going back.
Power lines are hung from the sky,
Ready to spark at any given time.
An abandoned station is appearing in the distance.
Perhaps the lost strangers could rest there.
The rain begins to stream down harder,
And the trees of the surrounding forest engulf the cars.
The place is Grey and dull
And the feeling of misery is tight in the air.
Lost, abandoned, followers.
*written for a school assignment; visual response poem on a picture of abandoned trains on broken down train tracks in the rain.
