Last Train Back Home

#From today I am beginning a new series of poems

Lonely Series Lightless Shadow

P1 Last Train Back Home (poem)

The last hope, while I hop in

Just as the night dawns and light dims

It is the last train back home

The last chance to feel safe

Scattered thoughts separated within

Empty seats, dully filled heart, semi-filled stomach

Only the train would whisper and whistle

Can't sleep at least not deep

what if the train slips out of track?

My worn leather suitcase is already dreaming deep

Would someone steal mine?

I am asking these while no one is out around

The halt breaks all my inner voice

Kreeching it pleads me not go

Who is there for the train?

Yet it opened the doors with that hissing sound

smoking a breath of warm mood into the cold night

The only one to welcome, missing me back around

Other than me in the last train home

Rainy damp, A flickering station light

While I stumble out of the train

As I move out of the station

The muted sound of my departing train

I am now with an empty heart

looking at the empty station

still I'm moving as my eyes won't leave

looking at the traces of my last train back home

Until the next let it rest

alone like my solo eye hiding

cry soul off in the rain