I hear the train coming,
with noisy sound like a frightening thunder,
coming to swallow me over.
The sky appears just still,
completely unbothered.
I feel left out and alone,
as if it has betrayed me.
I just want to run away,
but cant afford to lose money I spent on my ticket.
Why doesn’t it rain,
and flood the whole station,
I realize am too old to fantasize,
that kind of escapes.
The train still hasn’t come,
I relish every second of respite,
and admire the amazing coward inside.
Minutes pass and nothing happens,
the sound has stopped and train didn’t come,
why do i still feel left out ?
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