Help! I lost my train of thought;
Maybe the ticket master threw me off.
My mother watches, her eyes distraught,
As I fall from the bridge and keep falling.

The indigo sky above matches the color of the wall
In the borrowed bedroom where I secreted myself away.
Indigo fingertips penned martial law.
My mind waged war against my body.

I forget when I first boarded the train,
It hardly matters with the dark lake's surface approaching.
Long lost sunlight shines through the rain.
Sensitive, my eyes and my tenuous body ignites.

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