Commute

[liddybird]

atop the station platform, i gaze at
the rail running motionless onward
cold and sharp it lays in the sleepy morn,
pointing towards horizon, to the end of day.
empty, with promise of busy, shrieking,
scheduled trains.
with promise of frightful screaming packed trains.

and me within, nestled, nauseous,
taken to and fro, willed by the
hell-bound caboose
against the backdrop of metal symphony
of steel carts grinding against the iron-wrought tracks
my ears silently enduring the
battlecries of the endless commute.

many hours lay ahead
many more sounded horns,
and clanging signals
and growling engines
many hours 'fore I shall tread
into your quiet retreat
into that restful den.