Train

Wait on the platform in silence

New Jersey transit train

Factory with broken out windows

Across the way

We're a lot like them

Once perfectly clear

Begging to be seen through

Lately just shattered and edgy

Nothing to be seen through to

Please say something

But I don't either

We're not touching and

Pride is our proud leader

My chest is aching and heavy with

One million words weighed down

Inmates of my explanations

Imprisoned in my mouth

Oh to just say them

But I don't know how

To articulate the truth

When you are resentful, quiet

I know I am, too

Please say something

But I don't either

The train is coming around

So why don't we?

I'm still hoping

The end is so much sweeter

We'll start trusting

That Holy Ghost healer

Healer