A Poetaster's Poems

Station

I sat at an isolated station,
Waiting for the upcoming train's motion,
The tracks seemed empty,
Unlike my thoughts which were currently plenty,

What I saw was a deserted concrete jungle,
With no one for me to mingle,
The setting sun made the ground shimmer,
As the dusk breeze made me quiver and shiver,

The sky welcomed the creeping darkness,
And soon I would have nothing to harness,
Hoping for a glimmer of light from the dark tunnel,
I sat there tightening the hold on my flannel,

Soon I saw hope at the distant sight of my vision,
For once I was sure this wasn't an illusion,
Sighing in relief, I boarded it with utter caution,
At last, heading to my final destination