A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


67. Waiting for a train

Alone on a platform,

You’re waiting for the train.

You are holding your breath,

Life seems at a standstill,

Time is passing slowly

As you look straight ahead.

Your eyes do not waver

But they are unfocused,

Lost in the dark distance.

You have to make a choice,

You know you must decide.

Your wishes you must voice.

You have no idea

Where it is taking you,

Just that it is going

Far away from this place.

You are still hesitant,

Don’t really want to go,

But somewhere in your mind

You know you just can’t stay.

Life seems at a standstill

As you hold down your breath,

You're waiting for a train,

Alone on the platform.

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