Time stops
and I’m lost in that
momentary space
In-between alert
and at ease.
The thin strand between
asleep and awake, a blur
in the airways
of this fluorescent escape.
This station has become
a writing room, a cinema screen
rolling through the credits
to the film of my life,
backed by the soundtrack
of tolling bell chimes.
This station
is a confidant that screens
my messages to the moon.
Making sure they pour
like syrup from my lips
before I drip them onto my page
to share with you sat there
in a different place.
It’s a space where time sits patiently
and listens to my thoughts.
It’s more than a waiting room
It’s a melting pot of ideas
glowing through the gloom
of the autumn rain.
This station,
underneath its angry
fluorescent glare, hides a smile,
eyes that care.
I sit aware of the eyes
that look out into nowhere,
and in every stray image I consume,
a new storyline flickers over me,
like a candle blowing
in the wheezing chill breath
of a wind that circles you.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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