Was waiting for the train,
A late train,
That had me in a strain,
Drenched and cursing in the rain,
With regret and shame,
For having chosen the train,
Over the bicycle trail,
That was gonna be late was plain,
My anxiety causing my gastritis to be such a pain.
The a silhouette walked past me on the platform,
A lady with quite a form,
Arresting and aloof
Compelled me to trail.
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NAVEL GAZING
PoetryNarrator is stuck in a world of regret and sorrow, get a glimpse of what swirl around in his head and his world view
