At The Train Station Poem by jhowel mendoza

I stood on the edge of the platform in Doroteo Jose.

Stream of light flashed at sight, of dangled faith.

And clear the blurry hope of uncertainty.

Of human fallacy, turn into sanctity.


In my solitude amidst the thousand roach

Crawled on the outskirt of life and death.

Only the vision of the Unknown was at sight.

And reached the hallway that swung at night.



The train passed, it stopped at my front.

I stood at the edge of the platform of

Doroteo Jose.

Vivid vision of what life at stakes

To follow the path of Light at sight.