A train to catch...

What happens to lonely people...so lonely that they would rather die than face their troubles, problems, lonliness or whatever is torturing them...what happens when there is a moment in our lives so black, that there seems no point in going on....

Here I am, waiting for my train.

A train, that never seems to be coming.

Unlike my train of thoughts, which are rushing in.

Until I black them out.

Waiting on this cold platform

with a lonesome few,

who have a train to catch but a place

nowhere to go.

The tracks seem to melt into the arctic night.

And after one moment the waiting is over.

I can feel the glow of a lighter.

Pungent cigar smoke,

jarring me into wakefulness.

Low murmurs of conversation.

I resist the urge to look at the crowd

resenting intrusion into the black hole of my thoughts.

Now they are looking at me and now they are not

I hear gazes shifting and feet shuffling.

Do I speak up as well?

No. There is no friendliness in the air.

Just a heavy blanket of waiting for nothing

They dare not disturb my solitude.

And I sit there whiling away time

Watching that lazy snowflake drifting by

Along with a stranger who sits beside me

I am tempted to catch it on my tongue

Only to see it landing on the bench that I sit on.

Melting into water,

ever so slowly, mixing into the sliver of  

red that seems to be flowing from a pair of hands.

I am startled by the color.

I look up to see who the stranger is,

Only to find the tranquility of my face,

staring back at me.