Trains Gone By
By: Aviantei
He sets hat aside for trains gone by,
for mysteries solves and questions answered,
for all the tea leaves brewed and cups gone dry,
for memories that still deserve sheltered.
Those days were spent in mechanized towns,
in coal mine stained air, going to false futures.
Brains were wracked, foreheads creased, and lips in frowns
over hardships that denied any cures.
But curiosities are his forte,
"diabolical" not enough to sway
his path. He travels on the only way
to rebuild the future he lost that day.
He looks fondly on those journeys and not
with regret, steam calling him to the pot.
I don't often write sonnets, but when I do, they're about Hershel Layton.
But in all seriousness. In my creative writing class we had to write sonnets. One was about how much I suck at writing sonnets. This was the other.
It's not exactly a traditional sonnet, as I can't think in iambic pentameter worth crap, but I like it anyways.
Thanks for reading!
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