I read this today, 10/2/2017, at an open mic event. I was sick and it sucked. I’m pretty sure no one even paid attention, but I’ll post it here anyway. I wrote it genuinely, cause I’ve always felt like runnung away. Maybe no one feels that way but me.
“It’s almost midnight, it’s almost time.I’ve packed my bag for the hundredth time.
I snuck the key from their bedroom stand,
And I stole another glance at my silent soldier.
He’s fast asleep, head’s light with dreamy flights.
I wish I could take him with me, keep him safe from constant cries.
I go back to my room, heart heavy with farewell and lost goodbyes.
“I can’t stay like every time. I swear it’s the last time”
I check the clock again, It’s 5 past 12.
I guess it’s time for me to go.
I close my lights, my door and my heart.
I’m on the way to somewhere, somewhere I’d never see them again.
I should be happy saying this but as head for the station, all I feel is heavy.
When I finally get there,
I walk around till I find the right platform, platform number 4.
I sit on the bench, tired and alone.
I look around but there’s only me and that weary old man,
who’s found a home in this sunken land.
I think he’s staring at me, and for a moment, I catch his eye.
Almost like mine, it’s filled with seemingly endless pain.
It’s getting close to 1 am, closer to boarding the train.
I smile at the man, who smiles back with his crooked, yellowing teeth.
I look away.
I hold my backpack closely, make sure everything’s still there.
The train’s here, I slide in as the doors open and sit in one of those empty chairs.
There’s only me, a mother and her child.
The girl’s huddled to her mama’s side, she’s whimpering slightly, whispering something unknown to myself.
After a while, the mother looks up.
She nods her head as she notices her new companion.
I guess, maybe like me, the mama’s searching for herself.
I should get some rest, there’s a long day ahead.
By the time I wake up, it’ll be a new dawn.
By the time I wake up, maybe, they’ll notice I’m gone.”