The train rumbles beneath me
As it speeds me through foreign lands,
All blue skies, clean fields, and perfect scenery.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen,
But my eyes are drawn in by something else--
The reflection in my window.
I try to look passed it,
To ignore it and forget it’s there.
But the pale eyes in the reflection steal away my attention.
I see the hollowness of my cheeks,
The paleness of my aged and wrinkled skin,
And the unhappiness settled into my ever-dulling eyes.
After only a few seconds,
I can see the cracks in my life
Showing themselves through my appearance.
And I can’t help but wonder,
As I look at everyone on this train ride,
If they can see it breaking through, too...
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
The train rumbles beneath me
As it speeds me through foreign lands,
All blue skies, clean fields, and perfect scenery.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen,
But my eyes are drawn in by something else--
The reflection in my window.
I try to look passed it,
To ignore it and forget it’s there.
But the pale eyes in the reflection steal away my attention.
I see the hollowness of my cheeks,
The paleness of my aged and wrinkled skin,
And the unhappiness settled into my ever-dulling eyes.
After only a few seconds,
I can see the cracks in my life
Showing themselves through my appearance.
And I can’t help but wonder,
As I look at everyone on this train ride,
If they can see it breaking through, too...
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