By The Doorway (Poetry)

I sit by the doorway
of life’s waiting room
just me and the shadows
stuck here in the gloom
it’s cold and it’s draughty
I’m chilled to the bone
there’s nobody to talk to
I’m all on my own

It’s practically winter
it’s dark and it’s drear
there’s an old evening paper
that someone left here
the headlines are faded
the pages have curled
telling fictional stories
of a let’s pretend world

Just one dusty light bulb
no fire in the grate
there’s nothing to do
simply sit down and wait
for that far-away whistle
the sound of a train
to break through the silence
relieve the dull pain

So I sit by the doorway
my mind going numb
and pray the last train
will eventually come
night haunts the window
and presses on glass
sleep nudges at boredom
I dream of the past