Random Poetry

I Wonder What it's Like

I arrived at the gate, eager and warm.
The iron towered to a cloud.
I waited with a genuine smile,
Hoping for the doors to swing loud.

Still they were, still they stayed,
Unmoved by glee upon my lip.
The smile remained somehow,
Yet the thought choked in solid grip.

The home within my mind,
The blue and gold turn to grey.
I humor the notion that I'll remain,
Never to enjoy the green of their day.

My lips droop down in fear
And my eyes become like stone.
Do they even realize that I'm here,
A traveler standing all alone?

I envision the joy that fills the air,
The happiness they must feel inside.
But they surely don't even know
What it is to be safe from the tide.

The waves crash and lift me up,
I look down upon the happy town.
They don't even hear the screams I make,
Praying for the waves to let me drown