I can still hear the whistle
Has the train left the station?
Do I stand here lonely in confession?
that I could've run faster
but didn't
I should've tried harder
but couldn't
.
The train has left the station
not sure when before I arrived-
Could've been a minute
Could've been two
perhaps I would've made it
Or is that a hope askew
.
The train has left the station
and I stand here feeling blue
But still I hear the whistle
If I run, perhaps I can make it too
.
Is this perhaps lunacy
The train is out of view
But possibility lies in movement
rarely in stationary solititude
.
If I stand here till tomorrow
I know I'll be here in the morning
.
But if I run?
as I hear the whistle-
perhaps I might,
just make it through-
to a morning
That's brand new.
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A.N
well I only just realized I still have the counting skills of a grade schooler, and put 28 after 26, so here's 27. This is something I wrote after a long period of struggling with being able to write anything that works and rings true, and I've gotten a bit rusty, but I'm grateful that i finally could,
It didnt come from some dramatic inspiration however, it came from pages of my diary, where the extensive perpectual white noise of my head had died down for a little bit, and a small revelation of where most of my creative writing struggles and inability to make a simple cup of tea in less than an hour comes from. So here's to more moments where noises of everything dies down, so i can simply hear the sound of "something". Here's to being awake. Long ass authors note, but it was truly moment of relief that i seek to remember, adios drink water.
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