The Suffering Train

The suffering train takes me somewhere. I want to get off this train, but it is running too fast- a wave of despair. I had no courage to face the truth, nor do I dare to believe that we could be together, maybe no courage at all, shadows of my youth. You didn't know, 'twas a matter of time. You were right there, waiting for me- it could be truly sublime. Be my lover, or be my kiss, or be my happy December! Now, take a chance love to rediscover! Don't say, 'should happen once in life' all the rest means lie - some games - I couldn't face on- unseen scars of war and strife. There's only a train to run to nowhere too fast, never for two, but I want you to be always there waiting for me, because I'm waiting for you. Don't ask me anything, not any longer- the last word rhythm entrained by love- no more nothing. The feelings are freed from chains in December reign, I love you more than ever, when you can wait for my suffering train. Poem by Marieta Maglas