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TRAIN STATION

By John Paul G. Villanueva

Sorrow and sadness


Whaling in madness
The weight of the thought I carry
I could no longer bury

Dull and lifeless


The world within me is a mess
I took a deep breath as I go
Before I close my eyes and let go

I awoke in a train, cold and restless


As I looked around to a sea of emptiness
Confused and bewildered
I think and pondered
The result of the decision
I set in fruition

A voice could be overheard,


Coming from the speaker, word by word
The voice is clear and precise
Though I couldn’t comprehend it, once or twice

Searching for answers I tour,


The train, so long and obscure
As I opened the door to the second carriage
I remembered a memory I thought had vanished

Fear of being forgotten


Accused of being rotten
I wish to be seen and accepted
For my existence to be validated

With time all things grow


Along with the scars and regret, it will show
To accept that life is painful
Will free you from the grasp of the imaginary
To live in reality
Is to take from others
To sustain our self for our ultimate desires

The voice echoed once again


Asking me a question I couldn’t understand
As I looked out the window, I see
A train station in the middle of the sea
Finally, a question to be answered
Asking whether to leave and endure
Or to remain and rupture
The choice is there, and I must choose
A chance to solidify my existence or star a new

It asked me one last time if I’m sure


To carry the baggage within I bring
I will endure
The sounds of the doors opening reverbed
As I ready myself to pursue
The life that is waiting for me
Praying to be true
One last time I looked at the train
Destined to go somewhere far away
As I step out into the light I awoke
Ready to start another day I hope

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