On the line
Darkness shrouds the train
Blue flashes flicker in the rain
Alone with strangers left to hide
As a man lies down on the line
Time stands still when death enters
The breath becomes hard to centre
My luck at catching the last train
Becomes silence in the rain
Everyone is on the line
Phones in hand, not the time
Words turn inwards
Soiled and sinful
"Selfish bastard" rises in the din
As passengers stand to observe the sin
A loss so much greater than my time
As a man lies down on the line
Wordseffectbrew
Fri 23rd Feb 2024 08:39
I’m glad you can appreciate. The time we do not plan on is a gift to reflect and feel for those around us. Our time is precious but at least it is still ours.