A train station sits
At the heart of a bustling city
Buzzing with thoughts and feelings
Drenched in dreams and Nightmares
A woman
Wearing a peach colored petticoat and Chanel No. 5
She is fear
She is anxiety
She’s getting on the 6 train
A man
Draped in patched cargo pants and dirt
He is desperation
He is raw anger
He's waiting for the 3 train
Two children
Holding the hands of their mother
They are hope
They are joy
They’re missing the 7 train
Always coming and going
Rarely stopping, rarely resting
Rarely giving me a chance to catch my breath
They are euphoria and I smile
They are devastation and I sob
They are too loud and I shutter
One million train tracks
They meet, then diverge
One million railroad cars
They shout, then screech
Torturous and consuming
One screech
One thought
One dream
One nightmare
At a time
One million train tracks
Meeting, diverging, speeding on
Running
Running
Running through the city in my head
Passengers are weary
Infrastructure is crumbling
Stations are too full of too loud people
And still trains are trekking with no end in sight
And still my brain is running
With no destination to call home
Running and running
With nowhere to go
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Kaylee Skinner
A mere cat loving poet, writing my way through life. If you enjoy a story of mine give it some love or send me a tip so I can keep sharing! (:
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