The Suffering Train Poem by Marieta Maglas

The suffering train
takes me somewhere.
I want to get off this train, but
it is running too fast-
a wave of despair.


I had no courage
to face the truth,
nor do I dare to believe that
we could be together,
maybe no courage at all,
shadows of my youth.

You didn't know,
'twas a matter of time.
You were right there, waiting for me-
it could be truly sublime.

Be my lover,
or be my kiss, or
be my happy December!
Now, take a chance
love to rediscover!

Don't say,
'should happen once in life'
all the rest means lie -
some games -
I couldn't face on-
unseen scars of war and strife.


There's only a train
to run to nowhere
too fast, never for two,
but I want you to be always there
waiting for me, because
I'm waiting for you.

Don't ask me anything,
not any longer-
the last word rhythm entrained by love-
no more nothing.

The feelings are freed from chains
in December reign,
I love you more than ever,
when you can wait for
my suffering train.

Poem by Marieta Maglas