Destination Isolation

The train of love never stops at this station
whilst the bus of infatuation passes by at speed
a quake, a roar, shaking the foundations
built on trust, hope and dreams

This station in isolation, a vacant location
nobody walks the platforms, the bridge evacuated
the cafe, shutters down, no coffee nor conversation
no smiles or laughs in this shed - isolated

The carriages heave with old ghosts
spirits never leave, just haunt my visions
wandering souls searching for new hosts
toasting memories of bad decisions

Here in the station the cold wind howls

a haunting melody

a distant hum, a fearful growl

destination anywhere, distance brings therapy

Standing on the platform, waving farewell to yesterday
flashbacks, now just smoke on the tracks
embrace the future, whatever the destiny
time gaps, my history, a story told through the cracks

The engine roars, whistles cut the air
a knife through empty thoughts, Dead memories left bare
jolted back I see a sight,
a vision standing there
The girl who walks through my dreams at night,
and her hypnotizing stare

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

my thoughts are with everyone who is suffering

throught these difficult times.

Hope my words can bring some escape.

Kyle