I Write Poetry

Waiting...

Here we are, we're suffering,
waiting for a coming train.
I can tell you, 'I'm okay'
if you want a lie again.
Sun so harsh, we cannot grow.
Two stagnant souls keeping low.
One's a vision, one's a joke.
We're waiting for a train.

Heads are down and hearts give up,
Wishing that the world would stop.
Pulse is low, ground glistening.
Soul of life now vanishing.
Here I am, standing still
giving up on everything.
Looking at an empty space.
I'm waiting for a train