Poetry: “A Train to Myself” from K.G. Munro

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A Train To Myself

Each stop, another year has passed,
Wondering when I'll get off this train.

An old face gets off, a new one gets on,
Lessons I've learned like the commercials on the walls.

Another carriage, a different version of me,
The breaks are clattering, as I am walking.

The air smells like cherry blossoms,
My skin tingles as we pass into another season.

Snowflakes, icy tears my eyes have shed in the past,
Finding my seat, sitting in another carriage.

Looking through the window, there are red cottages in the snow,
I'm left wondering where home is.

Different men enter my carriage but none of them remain, 
Left numb like the leaves falling outside in the rain.

The seasons have changed, I've aged again,
There's only one more stop left.

The breaks screech, I'm the only passenger,
Doors open, I see myself standing there.

Bio: I am an author and poet. I have been published by Agape Review, Poetry Potion, Love Poetry amongst many others.  I also have a poetry book collection coming out in the summer called "Birds Of My Garden." 

Feel free to read my works on here: https://www.poetrypotion.com/?s=K.G.+Munro

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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