In shadows cast by train’s cold steel,
A foot emerges, surreal appeal.
A rogue appendage, twisted and bent,
Creeping forth, its presence sent.
Within the depths of murky gloom,
A sandal clad, a painted tomb.
Each nail adorned in hues macabre,
A whispered tale, a sinister garb.
What secrets lie beneath that guise?
What twisted tale behind those eyes?
In silence, it extends its reach,
An eerie presence, beyond our breach.
Oh, wretched foot, an enigma profound,
A haunting sight, a shiver’s rebound.
What darkness lurks within your sole,
As you haunt the train, this captive role?
Beware, my friend, of this eerie show,
For mysteries deep, you may never know.
A foot in isolation, a tale untold,
On this train ride, where shadows unfold.
The Poems I Never Wrote 