The train is taking a long time to get to my stop.
It feels like time has stopped.
I am currently waiting for the train to come.
I miss the train a lot.
Before,
I wasn't even aware that I wasn't at the stop I was supposed to be at.
I was on the train for a very long time.
I would occasionally get off at different stops because I couldn't decided which one was my stop.
I shouldn't have done that. I was so stupid.
I would get lost when I got off.
I would sit on the floor, clutching my knees, and crying non-stop.
At the time, I thought it was because I was lost.
Now,
I think it was because I missed the train.
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Author:
pj (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 18th, 2026 21:24
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Comments1
Sometimes one needs to assess where one is at and where one is going and the best means of getting there. Distraction is a terrible deterrent. Well written
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