Poetry – The Uncertain Metro

I listen. As the continuous gentle hums and chugs of the locomotor begin to become a sweet, sonorous symphony in my ear.

I watch. As the emptiness outside my window escapes my eyesight and returns, going and coming simultaneously.

I remember. My years as they came and went continuously and as the things I once looked forward to came and lost their meaning like the darkness I see through the pane.

Only when I cease to focus on the darkness do I see my subtle reflection in the glass.

Only then do I realize my hasty motion is an illusion.
No passengers. I realize as the carriage I sit in is empty

There were fellow passengers, I was certain.
I return to enjoy my moving black.

My destination? No way of knowing.
We are all on and alone on this crazy commuter,
Oblivious of where we’re going.

Submitted by

Abiola-Awe Oluwatise

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