Sunlight, dawning beyond the platform,
Pink and gold harmonies,
I look down,
At the train tracks,
Gravel, lost between the rails,
Humble wooden planks,
Aging silently,
I wonder if I could walk on them,
With the dancing autumn leaves,
Couldn't I just jump,
I could lay down on them,
No goodbyes, no second thoughts,
And take one last breathe...
I take a step to the edge,
The ground shudders,
As if in disagreement
Train racing round the bend,
My one hope,
My small window of opportunity,
Gone,
As I leave this town behind,
On my train
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
Sunlight, dawning beyond the platform,
Pink and gold harmonies,
I look down,
At the train tracks,
Gravel, lost between the rails,
Humble wooden planks,
Aging silently,
I wonder if I could walk on them,
With the dancing autumn leaves,
Couldn't I just jump,
I could lay down on them,
No goodbyes, no second thoughts,
And take one last breathe...
I take a step to the edge,
The ground shudders,
As if in disagreement
Train racing round the bend,
My one hope,
My small window of opportunity,
Gone,
As I leave this town behind,
On my train
©Nicola-Isobel H. 29.12.2010
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