Night Train

Sometimes, we all have trouble sleeping. Several times a month I find myself restless or laying there wide awake or harassed by noises, and I can’t fall asleep. As annoying as this can be, sleepless nights have also been the birthplace of many poems. Below is one I wrote a few months ago in the middle of the night. It will be in my third book of poems, Shadow and Memory, which, I’m excited to say, is nearly done!

Night Train

My room sulks in the moonlight

The wall clock ticks
like a time-bomb

Something growls in the bed
near where I sit

listening to a train scream
and batter tracks
with metallic fists

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Teague’s poetry has appeared in several journals and in self-published books. He blogs at and In all areas of life, Teague desires that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

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