Nowhere to go
Nothing to do
Sitting,Waiting
Silence.
A melancholy silhouette against a harsh metal sky.
But all you can do is lie
And watch the the sky cry out,
Pitter
Patter
Pit.
Rolling down your back, trickling into your boots,
overwhelming you, theres no way out, no other route.
When one question lingers
through the hysteric mess you call a brain,
whats sadder than a train standing in the rain?
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Stationary
a short poem
4/21/16
