A Piece of poetry

Civilization

I'm standing at the train station.
Ticket in one hand and a suitcase in the other.
According to the rules of civilization
There are too many people around.

Beautiful clothes are covering their bodies,
But inside them only emptiness.
Eyes are hopelessly looking down,
Trying to hide the illnesses.

They're tired of broken promises.
They're sick of shattered dreams.
Their hearts have become homeless.
Their minds live on memories.

I'm getting on the train.
A ticket in my pocket, a suitcase next to me.
According to the rules of pain
There is no connection between these people and me.