A Mundane Train Ride

A Poem by Gabby Nieves

mundane train rides
exhaustion finds a home on the many strangers faces
the lack of trust sweeping from seat to seat
all the worry and hurt could cut through the air
just a mundane train ride
its 7:30 AM
and I'm trying to forget how much you hate who I am
how I can't change to please you
and you'll probably find a way to make me hate this too
the faded blue seats
washed in the flushed emotion and
stress from the girl with the striped shirt sitting in front of me
I've never felt so inspired
sitting, starring at everyone.
not being noticed by anyone
watching as towns pass in the window
we arrive at another station
and the horn blows loud
but not loud enough to kill the silence of this cart
new faces arrive
just as tired as the first
I wonder if anyone can tell I'm writing this
or that I didn't buy a ticket,
do I look as tired and worried?
there's a young, older guy looking at me now
probably not noticing as much as he should
it could be my tan skin or blue hair
but he doesn't see me.
if anything he'll associate me with something real,
probably not.
we pass vibrant trees upon trees
and the greenness makes me wish I was headed anywhere but home
the shy tint painted over the sky
If I could just stay in a moment forever,
a single stop
where life isn't life
and reality steps outside of itself
but, it's just a mundane train ride...

© 2015 Gabby Nieves

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ANM

It is the wonder of not knowing what is going on within the face in front of us, mundane on the outside but complex beyond comprehension. Summed up the feelings so well very well written life maybe mundane but it;s all we have !

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

very true, thank you for your words :)

Jake Donald Stephens

Life is usually mundane at best, painfully fucked up at worst. I had the kind of day today when everything that could go wrong DID. But I thought, whatever. I'm not getting down. I'm going home, and starting the next chapter of my book, and to hell with everything else.
But there are other days when it's harder to be that positive. Days when nothing even really goes wrong, but it all just feels meaningless and unbearable anyway, because life is just a silly suckfest, after all.
Anyhow. I'm gonna read the poem again, and come back to actually comment on it.
Ok, I'm back.
I dig what you did here. A morning in the life, writing about a scene as it's happening. You don't need to ever change to please anybody, but you know that already.
We are all passengers together, on the mundane train ride of existence. We just don't know our destination. But if we did, that would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it?