Passing By

A free verse poem revealing my fear of simply passing by.

Train Passing By

On a small train journey
From one place to another,
I see beyond the window
That separates two lifestyles,
And see a girl standing on a dry green field
Dressed in a dull hue of colors;
She seems to be staring right at me.
As I stare back,
I suddenly realise;
This place,
That I’m simply passing by,
Will house the entire life of another,
From birth until death.
And suddenly I feel remorse.
Not for the girl outside,
But the one inside.
Who’ll never know
What life out there is like.
Who’ll never just stand on a field,
And peer at the train
Passing by.

Anonymously yours,

Blue Dino

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