Destitute got A- on english short story
Destitute
You love fiend... You libido of lust... Mojo man of fire... Man you’re a love less soul on a train to an empty heart. Where are you going? When you boarded that train you didn’t know where it was going? The ride is always the same. But then you tried to jump of the train before it even stopped moving! Now you’re caught in its iron wheels dragged along those lonely tracks till... Till when? Are you forever to be tormented by the passing of every rail? I doubt that, there is always a destination and the train will always stop somewhere. But didn’t you think before you jumped off this train? The train was running so smoothly going on at just the perfect pace. You just didn’t let it get to its destination. Now you’re trapped to be brought along till this love train runs out of gas or goes where ever it is going. Now this train just runs on the empty hole that is where your heart was. As if it took your love and now powers its mighty motor down these cold tracks with what is left of your heart. Now you want to get back on this train where it's not crushing you. But now, I’m sorry sir the seats are all full. You jumped so quickly then spoke so fast, you expect that there would not be anyone else who would wish to ride this train as well?
You love fool... You Heartless soul... Ignorant paramour... Now you’ve come to your destination. Finally the powerful beats of your love driven heart gave way. Bring this locomotive beast to a halt. Who could think such a tiny thing could power such a vicious machine and cause such damage to one person. Now you’ve stopped to only find your more lost then ever before. While you remove you’re self from the heavy crushing weight of the cold steel iron. Reminding you as if in another life what it once felt to have a heart. You simply have no where to go. You’re lost to wander this desolate town with the parching sun upon you. Now you look back to see there is no train it has gone. Never to return or remind you of the steel you once so yearned for but now wish to never feel again. Now you wish to dance with the spirits at enjoy the company of them. This is the actions of a man of desperation. For these spirits only accompany you till they wish to leave again reminding you of the beast of burden that was upon you so long ago. Leaving lonely and pathetic, are the spirits your friend? They must enjoy the company of such a fanciful companion. No they are not your friends as they leave you again for the night alone. I’m sorry sir; you are now bound to walk this deserted town called “Destitute”.
You love fiend... You libido of lust... Mojo man of fire... Man you’re a love less soul on a train to an empty heart. Where are you going? When you boarded that train you didn’t know where it was going? The ride is always the same. But then you tried to jump of the train before it even stopped moving! Now you’re caught in its iron wheels dragged along those lonely tracks till... Till when? Are you forever to be tormented by the passing of every rail? I doubt that, there is always a destination and the train will always stop somewhere. But didn’t you think before you jumped off this train? The train was running so smoothly going on at just the perfect pace. You just didn’t let it get to its destination. Now you’re trapped to be brought along till this love train runs out of gas or goes where ever it is going. Now this train just runs on the empty hole that is where your heart was. As if it took your love and now powers its mighty motor down these cold tracks with what is left of your heart. Now you want to get back on this train where it's not crushing you. But now, I’m sorry sir the seats are all full. You jumped so quickly then spoke so fast, you expect that there would not be anyone else who would wish to ride this train as well?
You love fool... You Heartless soul... Ignorant paramour... Now you’ve come to your destination. Finally the powerful beats of your love driven heart gave way. Bring this locomotive beast to a halt. Who could think such a tiny thing could power such a vicious machine and cause such damage to one person. Now you’ve stopped to only find your more lost then ever before. While you remove you’re self from the heavy crushing weight of the cold steel iron. Reminding you as if in another life what it once felt to have a heart. You simply have no where to go. You’re lost to wander this desolate town with the parching sun upon you. Now you look back to see there is no train it has gone. Never to return or remind you of the steel you once so yearned for but now wish to never feel again. Now you wish to dance with the spirits at enjoy the company of them. This is the actions of a man of desperation. For these spirits only accompany you till they wish to leave again reminding you of the beast of burden that was upon you so long ago. Leaving lonely and pathetic, are the spirits your friend? They must enjoy the company of such a fanciful companion. No they are not your friends as they leave you again for the night alone. I’m sorry sir; you are now bound to walk this deserted town called “Destitute”.