6 views
LAST TRAIN 🚉
#LastTrain
Last night, an unwelcoming air, I felt, my last train, that almost made me melt. An atmosphere, with a weird fragrance, of a maiden,
Perfumes, once used in the days of the olden. The languages, the tongues, so different, and old, I thought, a famous song, now played, so old, and boring it became.
This indeed, left me bemused, but a second look, I never took. Tip tap, Tip tap, a young maiden walks towards me, holding what looked like sap. "Can I pour you a glass" she asked, "No thanks, I'm fine" I replied. What is this trickery,
Is it already April, why do they all look like ancients, those read in books and booklets. Oh God, let this train stop, this I prayed, silently,
and also hoping, that they don't notice,that I'm dressed differently. Whether a prank, or not, this event, made me go nut. Atlas, the train stopped. Run, run, I did, without looking back. Whether it was a dream of somewhat, a train, I never border, till now.
© agwunobi Sophia
Last night, an unwelcoming air, I felt, my last train, that almost made me melt. An atmosphere, with a weird fragrance, of a maiden,
Perfumes, once used in the days of the olden. The languages, the tongues, so different, and old, I thought, a famous song, now played, so old, and boring it became.
This indeed, left me bemused, but a second look, I never took. Tip tap, Tip tap, a young maiden walks towards me, holding what looked like sap. "Can I pour you a glass" she asked, "No thanks, I'm fine" I replied. What is this trickery,
Is it already April, why do they all look like ancients, those read in books and booklets. Oh God, let this train stop, this I prayed, silently,
and also hoping, that they don't notice,that I'm dressed differently. Whether a prank, or not, this event, made me go nut. Atlas, the train stopped. Run, run, I did, without looking back. Whether it was a dream of somewhat, a train, I never border, till now.
© agwunobi Sophia
