In a world of crumbling cities, we stand on the platform’s edge,
A train hums softly, bearing whispers, she says, “We must pledge.”
"The road ahead is dark," she breathes, "And this place offers no grace,"
She boards in haste, I'm left behind,
faceless foes as the shadows close in place.
With cold hands grasping tight, they hold me back with force,
The train is moving, heart is pounding, love’s a fleeting course.
But through the struggle, I break free, tearing through their hold,
I sprint to catch the fleeting train, heart burning, fierce and bold.
From car to car, I chase her voice, through walls of steel and gloom,
Her cry cuts through the silence, like the bloom of a flower’s doom.
“Where is he? Has he made it?” Her voice, a tremulous song,
And in that moment, I hear her call, where we both belong.
With joy, we meet, our arms entwined, the world feels whole once more,
She rests on my lap, our lips collide - relief, like never before.
In the depths of night, in a broken world, we find our stolen light,
Together, we are home again, love’s fire burning bright.
Together again, we are the same.
This poem explores the desperate pursuit of love in a dystopian world where shadows and cold forces threaten to tear apart connections. The protagonist’s struggle to reunite with a loved one amidst a crumbling, uncertain world highlights the enduring power of love as a beacon of hope. The imagery of the train serves as a metaphor for both escape and the journey toward redemption, while the repeated theme of darkness and light emphasizes the tension between despair and the warmth of love.
