I Hurried To The Train Poem by Liza Sud

I hurried to the train.
I went to the third platform.
But the train that stood there
was not mine, but another one.

I run back to glass door -
there was one escalator -
it was moving down slowly,
and I run up against it.

I run up with a bag
and two books, very heavy,
and my both busy hands
didn't let me touch railing.

It was Angel's thesaurus
that I bought near the railway
and the Birthday profiles -
author Goldshneider Gary.

There were 5 more stairs,
and almost horisontal.
But on its top - I fell,
and two books fell half opened.

I started to move back,
and afraid of this engine -
I took my books and bag -
and was running like crazy.

And at last when I reached
the top of escalator -
I asked people to see
what was platform of my train.

And I run a long way
to the second - they told me.
But there was no train.
Only dark, when I turned to

clock - just 4 minutes left,
and the train was in far end,
and I run and I went
to it, with pain in belly.

In WC I spew up,
It was only my Pepsi,
and three wounds - at my right
knee, three wounds - at my left leg.

And I thought - it's a sin,
I was really punished,
And it hurts: three to three
Bloody red blots - to garnish.