I reside in a dank and dismal park        
that sad flower you see as you walk by    
poor thing slowly wilting dead in the dark
it is without the sun so it will die      
I am drifting nowhere on a dead sea       
a boat whose sail does not so much as flap
stranded in the ocean no land to see      
there is no wind to save me from this trap
I am alone in a dark cold switch yard     
a lone locomotive completely still        
into immobility rusting hard              
no fire to fuel it up one last hill       
  you were what gave me all my energy     
  now you are gone so I will cease to be