The train hurtles towards me,

Coming closer and closer,

My feet frozen to the train tracks,

Unable to move.

All around me,

People surround the rusted tracks,

Facing away,

Unmoving,

Never once looking at me,

Oblivious to the tears

Rushing down my face

And the breeze that chills my arms and shoulders,

With no one to hold me,

Keep me warm,

As I stand alone against the tide of life.

And still

The train charges towards me,

My eyes open as it seems to freeze right before

It hits me.