The Last Train
I've learned to be good at waiting
I'll never be in a hurry anymore
There's no point running
I'm stuck in this bubble
I'm praying every night
I'm scared but I still have hope
Blind faith won't work this time
Standing at the end of the train line
Watching things go by
I wish to be left behind
I'll have a story to tell if I survive
I took the last train home
I have nothing to lose
Fought fear, but I still don't know
If that can be of any use
I don't have to fall again
My permanent scars are enough
To be masterpiece worthy mosaic
On every wall I see it hung up
Every decision I make
Everything I choose to make last
Is a blurred reflection
Of my dark or bright past
I took the last train home
Bundled up in the sleepers
The world outside turned cold
And succumbed to the fury of creepers
I'm an island in an abandoned ocean
Sixty minutes from closure
My tears soak my own shoulders
I made it out without falter
I'm the missing piece of the wrong puzzle
Made to fit so perfectly
I made it to the platform just in time
Without crossing lines intentionally.
-Neha Bhende
❤️❤️❤️
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