Sat at the station,
With nowhere to go

Trains
Arrive to depart
And
Bustling commuters
Phones attached
Rush on by
Sat at the station
Nowhere to go
Fear etched in the lines
Of a
Face lost in time
Eyes seeing,
Their spark gone
Empty costa cup
Gripped by a hand
Nails black, skin blistered
Newspaper, a forgotten date
Lies next to
Cracked leather boots
Soaked then scorched
Too many times

Sat at the station
With nowhere to go

What do you do when you don't know what to do?

When you feel too much sadness,
That you can't feel anything anymore
When you feel too much weight on your shoulders,
That you can't feel the weight anymore

When you cry too much at night,
That you can't see anything anymore,
When you talk to yourself too much everyday,
That you can't voice out your thoughts anymore

What do you do when you don't know what to do?
Do you find answers or do the answers find you?

Staring at every corner of your face.
Your eyelids shut so tightly.
The edges of your lips so still.
I crave to know what's in that brain.
You rest so still, as if you have never known of any living hell.
As if you've never heard of the battle.
The war partaking so constantly inside of me.
I am so envious of your nights.
My home is sleepless.
As far from your familiarity as possible.