They barrel through that ghost-like hole,
Protruding from the depths of LED lit tunnels
A sleek, aerodynamic clocking in
That enraptured all who glanced.
It was a flashy thing, meant for looks
But the inside carried deadpan face.
The people on board killed their time,
Movement mechanical, minimal.
Their eyes bore into mobile phones,
Not a glint of human life present.
Interactions wouldn't take place without
The length of a barge pole.
But I do remember the first time
I'd sat on a train. It wasn't large, wasn't built
To impress, but the memory is ingrained in my head
Of people bustling with all emotion, a comfy glow.
I recall how quickly it went by, with wonder.
Which wasn't very quick at all, as it rattled over the rails
The melange of items slowed the clock,
Raw emotions seeped through, of joy and grief.
Sitting on my mother's lap, as she braided my hair
And whispered soft lullabies into my ear.
The world, my world, felt safe and pure
As I rested my eyes, surrounded by true love.
I watch as the superficial train dashed by
Carrying those souls, devoid of curiosity
And I thought to myself, sadness splashing over
Don't they realise there isn't much time to live?
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"The bad news is that time flies. The good news is you're the pilot."
- Michael Altshuler
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Silence in the Walls
PoetryThis is for those who lost or found their voices. This is for those who could and could not breathe. This is for anyone who is stuck or escaped the dismal abyss of all-consuming emptiness. This is a reminder; a representation of the hardships we co...
