Cold surrender

The years build up, time runs away
Leaving me behind like a train on tracks
I could run after it, or I could wait here
And wonder if by any chance I could just go back
Take the gifts with me and leave the burdens behind

Rage can take its toll
It’s when it starts to fade that the light begins to die
When the willingness to fight dissolves to weariness
And the rage no longer feels like a house on fire
But a slight nudge on the shoulder from a stranger passing by

Surrender is liberating but surrender is cold
It fills empty rooms with words left unsaid
As it resigns to a knowing that nothing will ever change
‘Don’t let the light go out’ they say
But the train is gone and I am weary
I cannot run after it, not tonight.