Held at a platform
Train alarm
Breaking the moment
Twisting the calm
Pushing the silence
That screams in the head
Wishing for peace
Wishing for bed
This moment of silence
How soon it is gone
Back to the tunnels
Clickety song
Pulling us closer
To the toils of the day
Holding the demons
Briefly at bay
No more to give
In vacuum freeze
Memories limp
In a desiccant breeze
A tear drops
From a thought profound
Exploding hopes
With n’er a sound
A tightened knot
Holds a chest still tight
As torment conjures
A fruitless night
As tearing shards
Of caustic glass
Disembowel
This weakened mass
In search of hope
The eye does weep
Dreaming of
That final sleep
Wanting closure
A silent door
Beyond there, memories
But pain no more
That aching void
This tormented soul
The emptyness
A pain extols
A silencing
And drying eyes
Begging for
This love to die
Dark
Hard
Tearing
The emptiness inside
Frozen
Chilled
Yearning
The stench as feelings died
Twisted
Worn
Crushed
A broken soul cried
Facing the sea
Firmly it stands
A folly, a castle
Of perfect formed sand
Waves lap slowly
Eroding each grain
Inevitable. Nothing
But memories, remain
Or…
Faces the sea
Firm it stands
A folly, a castle
Of perfect formed sand
Waves lap slow
Erode each grain
Inevitable. Naught
But memories remain
A darkened heart
A bitter place
Resentment burns
No warmth retraced
A torrent tears
Pained words galore
Scouring calm
From a lonely shore
A shadow falls
On cold, harsh, sand
Wiping memories
Of affection’s hands
A tear falls
On a careworn face
As hope recedes
With little trace