Last Train
https://poems.culturing.net/2026/10/07/last-train/
I have been on a journey, far away
though here all along, inside these pages
and in this heart. But the heart pretends
to be civilized, claims a restraint that we know
in face only...what happens to such a heart?
Does it break? Or does it arrive on the train
of time, at its destiny, flowing through bumps
and bruises, until day comes? I await
the last train out of town.
