Nox spreads her wings way too soon
I helplessly watch the night advance
The last local train departs silently
Life again becomes a game of chance.
Colours wither, then fade into black
The vacuous stars look ready to die
Distant voices thrum inside my head
unfulfilled promises pass me by.
‘No trains to board,’ dry leaves murmur
The journey seems an undelivered letter
The promise of the tracks mocks me silly
I look around, don’t see anything better.
The rail station is grim and desolate
I feel sick all over, numb from the pain
Yet nowhere to go, no refuge left for me
A prisoner of time, I wait for a train.
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Departure is a poem that takes life as a journey that is often endless, cyclical, rhythmic like the endless, habitual procession of trains at a railway station. The imagery in the poem points to a certain despondence in the poetic self which although hasn’t found what it desires, still seeks to fulfil the journey.
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