Train Station

I had purgatory in mind when writing this one, or perhaps Sisyphus.

Fog impregnates the air around the platform, clouding my vision of the world beyond.

Alone, my heart paces to the sound of the vultures circling above.

Eternity encompassed in only a moment, my life’s work is recalled before my eyes.

 

The recollection ceases as the ghostly train enters the station.

The conductor pulls the whistle as the screams of the damned erupt from the ground below.

I steady myself as the winds of inevitability threaten to push me to my knees.

 

Through the windows of the express I see my family and friends engaged in a celebration.

I gather my bags and make my way to the doors, anxious to reunite with those I love.

A shadow cascades down from the train’s cargo doors, engulfing the whole platform.

 

“Payment is owed”, the shadow muses, as it slithers back to the vessel.

I desperately search my pockets, but I already know what I will find.

Desperate eyes stare, blood shot, as the train slowly departs.

 

Hands pulsing and clenched, I begin to smile.

As always, desperate hope grips my heart

Perhaps the next train will be my salvation.

Author's Note

I wrote this several years ago and have started to rework it, any help would be appreciated!