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Five Poems Found Scribbled in My Early Emo Diaries – Number Five: "The Train"

1/31/2017

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I close my eyes.
(Hear the train in the distance)
Hoping that when I look again,
I will see your familiar face.
 
The air is cold.
(It is biting as it breezes)
The chill fills my empty soul,
I pray that you are near.
 
My eyes stay pressed.
(I will never stop believing)
You are close, you are coming,
I feel the warmth of your presence.
 
The train is riding by.
(But you're not arriving)
I start to lose faith,
But I cling to that small, small seed.
 
I know you are near.
(Sense the beauty of your voice)
I feel your warmth and understanding,
Everything will be okay.
 
The train is fading.
(But I never lose hope)
My eyes shut tight,
When they open, I will be in awe.
 
But the train is gone.
(No more noise in the distance)
You are nowhere to be found,
I’m too scared to look around.
 
I open my eyes.
(Darkness fills the void)
Standing in an open field,
Again, I am alone.
 
... I always feel alone.
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Cyan Dust link
6/26/2023 02:14:45 pm

Great reead thankyou

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