Cold
Early morning
A man with a duffle bag
Gets onto the train with me
My gut feeling told me not to get on
But it was cold out
It was a mistake
At the second stop
The train went up
And I went with it
Or so I imagined
In reality
The man was probably traveling
The only thing off about him
Was the way he walked
But there I was
Scaring myself for no reason
Not like I could help it
My brain came up with it
YOU ARE READING
Train station poetry
PoezjaPoems written during a daily commute. From depression, Ptsd, and anxiety, to love, redemption, reflection, there is something in here for everyone. #2 in poembook (December 18-January 4) #39 in poetry (January 1- January 16)
