Prayer of the Underway Train

Rubiyat Poem
Prayer of the Underway Train.
 
 
 
Underway trains and subways' line, these cities of want and schemes,
where the faceless pass, this silent life, as the giant railcars scream.
Flickering lights, let loose their tears and they fall upon my seat -
not paying for lonely fares; not seeing this passing dream.
 
 
The conductor calls and boards them all, then points to the engineer.
I look at them, to find her there, with hope she will appear.
But chattering cars will whisper fate, to all that share this venue,
as grinding sounds of the metal wheels, cry out my hidden fears.
 
 
The railway hums and clicks in time, as this life is passing by.
Each stop is made and those who board, will let me die inside,
I wish to beat, the glass-plate door; break free this weary soul –
from this trek, which carries on, with no reasoning why.
 
 
A whistle blows and stops my heart; I weep as the train now slows.
For once again, I wait to see, wanting her to show.
The train now steams, hissing my name, departing - I am alone.
Pondering life, where my love she has - a prayer, I will never know.
 
 
 
Kactus Berry