Untitled 1

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
And beauty
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.


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