July 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
Waiting in the bowels of the city
Sweating off the day Waiting for the train to arrive
Hoping it will take me away
Into the place I thought I would be
Full of wonder
Maybe even opportunity.
Instead of this place
So hungry and hot
Dripping with the grime
Of a place somehow still ahead of the time
I look around at these people Preoccupied and alone
I wonder if ill ever feel that this is my home.
The train has come
I’m not ensconced in its noise
We’re heading somewhere
While I stand here with no voice.