Sweet Escape

Rustling leaves framed the drowsy platform.

Travelers, sleepily waiting to go home.

The sluggish sky a sombre golden-grey.

The whistles telling people to be on their way.

Unaffected by the dust and grime,

They sit on the edge, embracing their own paradigm.

Hair flying in the wind, hands interlocked.

The same prismatic hearts on both their hands drawn.

We need no one else, she said.

To which the other, nodded her head.

The picture of perfectly fitting misfits.

Deemed unfit to exist, eternally dismissed.

Once a reject, always a reject.

Together one last memory, one last breath.

Way too incompetent; too sick, to ever be enough.

This world can’t begin to call their bluff.

All these years of existing, but the better part a lie,

That kept them physically alive, but dead deep inside.

That choice reversed would be best they’d decided.

And now on the tracks, their future resided.

The approaching low rumble resonates.

The epilogue of their inordinate escape.

What comes next is what their souls desire.

And on the other side, as one they’ll transpire.

Loved the poem? Read our ‘PaperRhymes’ section to read more such beautiful poems! Don’t forget to follow us on Medium to get updates on all latest stories and catchy poems and join us on social media to stay in the loop! Follow us on Instagram(@paperkin_blog) and Twitter(@kin_paper)!