The Last Train


I took the last train home

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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