Loneliness


I am standing on the platform, alone and out of place.
The world spins around me, and the sun stares on in the beyond.
A tear trickles down my cheek, a path well known.
Up. Down. With no place to go.
I reach my hand out to know someone cares.
A face turns to stare at me, eyes wide in glare.
"My time is too precious for things like you."
And on they go spinning.
I sit on the platform. Alone. Scared.
Out of the sight of many, a place well known.
The spinning cloud separates and in front of me,
I can see someone on another platform like me.
They look up. Lock eyes.
Finally, the loneliness subsides.

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