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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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All alone in the dark..
While he waited for a spark.
Sweat drops felt itchy..
Scars that oozed blood went numb.
Words didn’t have the urge..
To come out and indulge.
Shout if he may..
That might just increase the delay.
His own touch seems warm..
When even the floor shoots for harm.
The walls remind where he was beaten up..
Standing tall when his guts were eaten up..
Thunder roars outside..
Louder the snores inside.
There is no sense of light whatsoever..
His fight is coming to an end against never.
Now he loves the dark..
While he ..
He knows the door won’t open..
And even if it does..
The world for him will be broken..
Scars on him will never heal..
What people think of him ..
They will never reveal.
Besides his survival instinct..
Is stronger than ever distinct..
When he will save to protect..
Innocence from it’s very own grave.
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