I am sat on a bench
On the lonely platform
Perhaps awaiting a train
Perhaps not
Or maybe it is
Quite simply
That I am either too early
Or too late
For there is no one else
To be seen
In the vicinity
There is silence
A lack of announcements
The electronic display
Is remarkable in the absence
Of any messaging
I should be bewildered
At the very least
I should question
My upper storey
As to why I find
My lonesome self here
In the middle of nowhere
At this unearthly hour
But I don’t
It is almost as if
I am shellshocked
Perhaps only a tremor
Of the same intensity
As before
Can jolt me out
Of this transience
Of being in essence
One with nothingness.

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