I just wrote a new one, but since no one is responding to it on my blog, thought I'd put it up here!

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On the platform, on the edge,
Whichever comes first, I will catch.
A balloon, maybe, floating me to beyond,
Or boulder, down.
Here I wish away lost life;
I weep for lost love.

But the train is a happy place –
There is Adventure in the Journey.
There is Hope for the Future.
There is bliss in the fantasy
Of common optimism, and always moving
We have anything but still.

The first station, and the first door.
Oh, the delight of youth replayed!
Books under arms, boisterous playfulness,
A horde of high-pitched voices.
Most sweetly reminiscent
The boy who is joyfully knocked around.

The second door.
Beeps and sliding and
Shuffling and opening and gust of
Light, they forget or cannot see
The desperate, hobbling old ghost,
But I am sure this will make him stronger.

Third.
A cute kissing couple crashes upon my eyes,
Confusion, but valiant effort to understand
And then the final painful denial of denial
And to retain the maybe hopeless hopefulness,
When open eyes now see he was once mine.

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Just to let you know, the poem is set in an MRT (Mass Rapid Transit train) in Singapore.

Please tell me what you think!

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