Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

Train of Hope

I was a child near the railroad with a teddy bear,

My eyes full of tears, I watched my train go away.

I looked at it as it finally left, hoping for it to stop

To pick me up and carry me, with happiness as my destination.

I chased after it, screaming for not a soul to hear,

The weight of the heavy air inside my lungs killing me.

This train had been carrying me for a long time now,

All my life, along with my teddy bear.

Now a woman is riding it carelessly and blissfully.

I know her and I wave at her, but she just looks away.

I still pray for the train to pick me up again

And take me away from the stormy clouds and empty, vast fields.