A teardrop, a raindrop
It slid down but was swept away with the motion of the train.
The gentle rocking soothed the crying baby, the tired student,
Hunger had lost its edge
Sorrow’s talons were deadened
but only for a moment
I seized it
That interim between realisation and grief
For when the doors opened again
I would be swallowed by the chasm
That was waiting to decimate
For sadness was many sunrises and sunsets
Lying in wait…
Beautifully captured. You have a way with words!
Such depth….as though you have experienced something profound. Well expressed !