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
Copyright © Kim Shaw | Year Posted 2015
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