Poem #63

The trains just keep passing by.
I already got used to the noise.
My red lipstick is losing its shade
and my walk isn’t a walk of someone
who can conquer the world anymore.
I started to feel comfortable blending
into the crowd. I don’t feel like I’m
living my  life, I feel like I’m
surrendering it with every door
I knock on.
The trains just keep passing by.
I already became one with the noise.

13 thoughts on “Poem #63

  1. Keep knocking and the door will be opened. πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you 😊

  2. RelatableπŸ˜‡

    1. I’m not happy to hear that but it will get better

    1. Thank you 😊

  3. Interesting poem πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you 😊

  4. I watched from the other platform
    the girl with the not so happy smile
    she let the express go by her
    and was sat by the tracks for a while
    sat on her own – as the trains went by
    something began to question why?
    so over the platform I started to walk
    and sat by the platform – and the two of us talked

  5. Luna, you’re wonderful. I also expect you to publish your personal poems at least once a week. πŸ™‚
    Thanks for the time and effort you make to promote authors.

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