Town Boy In A Big City Poem by Alexander Foald

Barely noticeable, the train shakes as it travels through the night
Sound of rushing wheels, running under pressure of time, chasing ghosts
Whistles and blows are heard throughout, along with blurred views on the window
Only one’s spared lone thoughts are critical in observing and nothing to remember

Across the wonder, my mind travels back at the station
I see my hand is waving, and someone waves back at me
A girl with ponytails, standing among the crowd, is looking here
Her sad-looking eyes tell me something is wrong, and I don’t know what it would be

Gaze upon the window, trying to capture what passes it by
Regretful and doomed, I hear the whistle as the trains stops
Stepping out of the train, before me stands the unknown future
And with all my heart, I try to make conviction of my poetical suicide