Alone
In a tunnel
In the middle of the night
I wait
For a sign
Or maybe just the imminent train
And its soft chugging
In the distance
I’m ready
Or am I?
I want to know what it’s like
Wind at my face
Engine’s fury coming my way
This once was a place of joy
And wonderment
But now
I’m here
Knees to forehead
Fatally fetal
Feeling feeble
I want to go backwards
Skip all the bad
And stop the conception…
Cloud In The Mountains 