Poem: A Tail

The train keeps coming, but nobody is moving.

I see the road, but I cannot pass it.

The end is near, but the thought of it hurts to be seen.

Love is river that I never like sailing.

This is all me, but nothing is worth caring.

I do not know how I am me.

This is a test, that I am willing to fail.

The act of trying is not worth the hurt of passing.

Tomorrow we will see if the bridge is full.

The rain is coming, but the storm has pass.

This is a tail of you and me.