Everyone stood in line.
They waited for hours,
as I watched them dissolve into the tiniest particles.
The train comes late this time of night
and it isn't worth the time.
You could say it patiently,
whisper it, scream it till it bleeds dry.
Beg them to give up, go home,
they can save themselves,
they can be fine.
The roads are closed and
walking is never what we had in mind.
When you wait in vain for memory lane,
you won't see it till you're blind.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
Everyone stood in line.
They waited for hours,
as I watched them dissolve into the tiniest particles.
The train comes late this time of night
and it isn't worth the time.
You could say it patiently,
whisper it, scream it till it bleeds dry.
Beg them to give up, go home,
they can save themselves,
they can be fine.
The roads are closed and
walking is never what we had in mind.
When you wait in vain for memory lane,
you won't see it till you're blind.
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