Day: Jan 7, 2023

The trains pass underneath my heavy feet

As I stand on the bridge in the summer heat.

I’ve stood here for months, observing the seasons,

Listening to strangers and their endless reasons.

They pass me, they stop, they never leave.

I wish I had a single moment to breathe.

But the trains keep flying by like the time,

And I only have this bridge, so I call it mine.

Soft conversations slip by my pale ears,

The kind that only a cursed ghost hears.

Yet, it’s never silent, and I find it sweet,

Even when the snow is louder than the streets.

The wheels keep singing their endless songs.

I stand on my tiptoes, righting my wrongs.

The trains pass underneath my heavy feet,

And I’m stuck between death and simple defeat.

-Jackie