Place of Desolation

The place of desolation, like the mirage in the desert You see it, but never arrive Until the day of your departure, and the mirage has arrived for you A comfort lost on desperation nothing left to help me cope I disembark from the last train, onto the last platform I have no luggage to claim, or goodbyes to stammer out No hello's or greetings either A painful prognosis, no chance for osmosis, I am here The place of desolation There's no turning back, the train pulls away, and a dirty poof of black smoke signals the end I stand alone, not waiting, or hoping, just standing Dark filthy walls glare down, unkempt walkways covered with eons of dust and grime No maintenance crew or caretakers needed here, this place of desolation It will all crumble to dust, as will I, and every dream of my heart, too No more time to worry, for time has arrived, right on time for me The last stop No feigning joy or happiness here, they departed with the last train Death and I are here to meet No fanfare It is done Forever Alone