Man in the Train Station Poem, by Caroline Elizabeth, at My poetic side

There is no satiation

for the man who begs in the train station.

He only wanted a short vacation,

but now he's high on the medication

and has lost his drive to the nation.

Now he can't break his fixation

on the thing that's the imitation

of the joy from liberation

that he'll never get from exploitation

or the momentarily pleasing sensation.

He banks all his accusations

on his friends and false information

and insists there's no correlation

between his health and exultation.

Every morning is a new libation.

His drug furthers his damnation

and says there's no negotiation

for he is but a fly to creation.

There is no satiation

for the man who begs in the train station.

Comments +

onepauly April 20th, 2018 12:20
we're all human.
Goldfinch60 April 21st, 2018 00:53
Clever write Caroline. It is a sad thing in life nowadays that there are so many like "The Man in the Train Station".
- Caroline ElizabethApril 22nd, 2018 08:24
  Thank you. 🙂 And agreed. It breaks my heart.

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