The sound of my train rolling in, makes me look up
But I don't get on
I don't run
I'm not at my ideal spot for the train
So I keep walking
Watching people pass me by
As I walk to my spot
The 34th line in the pavement
The 2nd to last train car
But the train is already gone
And I didn't run for it
But
Hey, I'm here right?
Who cares if I'm the only one on this train station platform?
Who cares if I feel like the only person left on earth?
Who cares if the train won't come for another 20 mins?
Who cares if it's -4 degrees Fahrenheit?
Who cares at all?
YOU ARE READING
Violently Silent : Poetry
PoetryFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
