Different Is Your Mask Poem by James McLain

It must..it has to be..
it just must...or I would
die..alone, full of all the
worlds new, barrenness.
Desolate, without living
your pain, desperation,
after you did it, the first
time when did you realize
you were just chaining the
train, over and over again.
Never late, forever early,
eyes open wide,
eternity spent waiting........
to climb aboard one last
time, and ride,
without a ticket...........