Cold glass panel

Reveals vague images

People I’ve never seen

I don’t care for

Trembling pictures

Here this moment

Doors open

In this cold subway

Gone the next

Leaving this coffin

Enclosed confinement

Doors close

I ride on

…

Music pounds in my ears

Shrill sound ringing

Arms around weak objects

Hugging frail ruins

…

A carriage shakes

Trails’ sound joining

This unique silence

Darkness breaks light

Dolls move mechanically

Artificial dance compassed

Never by a beating heart

…

Doors open

Limbs stay quiet

Lips remain shut

Eyes following nothing

Diffuse images passing

Reflections, colours, patters

…

All too fast

All too swift

For my tired eyes

For my aching self

Doors close

I ride on

…

Head hurts

Heart hurts

I hurt

Arms hug tightly

Last piece of reality

Eyes fixed

Reflecting naught

…

Life is outside

Pain is waiting

All my mistakes

All my sorrows

My hands’ victims

My lips’ fatalities

…

Doors open

Crystal eyes shut

Time flees away

Sitting by my side

Yet I cannot follow

No strength left

One more failure

One of so many

Some forgotten

Doors close

I ride on

…

No more sounds

Voices cut short

No more life

Artistes in this stage

None but me

Backstage performer

…

Doors open

Intruding hand touches

Unexpected warmth

Unknown emotion

Rain falls

Melting ice

Unfrozen pain

Unleashed grief

…

But someone’s here

Helping hands reaching

True smile caring

I don’t understand

I can’t understand

Nothing changed

Still dark, still cold

Still hurt, still shattered

…

But there’s a hand in mine

Eyes reflecting mine

A soft whisper

The terminal is here

My legs obey finally

My steps echo at last

Doors close

Announcing new dancers

Sad prison leaves

…

We move on…

…

A.N – Something I wrote also about that feeling of being on a one way track with no way out. Hope someone likes it. Please review if so…