Sitting on the Edge

 

 

 

She is sitting in the station

Waiting for the train.

In her heart there is falling

Acid Rain.

 

She is reading a sci-fi novel

Of a battle in space.

Her heart is in darkness

seeking grace.

 

She hears the train approaching

Dimly down the track.

She is lost in a memory

going back.

 

And the world revolves in sadness.

And the world revolves in pain.

And she's sitting on the edge

Of what can never be again.

 

She stands and walks forward

Entering the subway car.

Wishing she were elsewhere

away far.

 

The noises, they assault her

Hitting into her head.

Memories spew from her

of the dead.

 

A thousand miles she travels.

A thousand stations go by.

In the dark tunnel she collapses

emitting a cry.

 

And the world revolves in sadness.

And the world revolves in pain.

And she's sitting on the edge

Of what can never be again.

 

The train's reached its destination.

She stands and says goodbye.

As those who traveled with her

to heaven fly.

 

She turns and scans the tunnel.

Its darkness like a tomb.

All gone, all ended, her life

a barren womb.

 

She ascends to the sunlight,

To a skyline rearranged.

One of many alterations

a world changed.

 

And the world revolves in sadness.

And the world revolves in pain.

And she's sitting on the edge

Of what can never be again.

 

(c)2004 Leona M Seufert

 

 

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