the boy arrives at the train station
he watches as throngs of travelers leave and enter
shiny cell phones in hands, heavy bags on shoulders
the din of voices and people and life is too loud.
much too loud for the boy.
it rings in his ears as if calling
for pure silence
the boy stands on the platform,
and presses his hands over his ears
to block out the noise.
he squeezes his eyelids shut
to block out the sight of human life
which is ticking like a time bomb,
waiting for the detonation
of a blue and gold blaze.
the boy could never admit it,
but he is waiting for that day,
that time,
that moment,
when the bomb will set off
and the universe will be
stationary.
YOU ARE READING
stationary.
Poetrylouis has only one hour, which is enough; for time had never seemed to affect him © 2014 by finallyawake. all rights reserved.
