Trainline

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Where is it? That light,

Everybody tells me is

At the end of the tunnel.

Maybe I forgot to pay the bill.

It’s not that bad,

Living in dark,

Knowing it’s okay if I die

At any moment now.

There isn’t much here for me

Yet I haven’t left

Possibly I may still have

Something greater coming my way.

Maybe I haven’t influenced them

Or…

Optimism!

It’s not what it should be,

Just leaving space for disappointment.

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