Setting Sun

A farewell to a home I'd grown to love

The train has stopped. It's blown its horn.
The sun is setting. The moon's almost born.

The seats are empty. No luggage remains.
The windows are dusty. The ground's covered in stains.

Smoke lingers behind from the speed of our stride.
The wheels are still screeching. The engine has died.

The roar of the crowd all pushing and shoving
surrounds the train, but I do nothing.

My watch is ticking. I know I am late.
It's time to step out, but I desire to wait.

The night's coming forth, and I'll be all alone.
But I don't move from my spot, it's all that I've known.

I'm afraid of the world, and the journey ahead.
I'll miss my old life, despite what they've said.

So I'll hold on tight till they drag me away.
But until that time comes, I'm here to stay.

Reviews

[Elvina CZq]

This pain of leaving home is alwasy heavy and heart-wrenching, aside from the sunset scenery you've described is wonderful. Nicely written and smooth rhymes.

[Christopher Marlowe]

Excellent job of making the rhymes work. Rhyming poetry is the toughest and you have made it look easy!!

CM