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     I missed the train.  



     What a pain.

     It like getting caught in the rain.

     Yes, now a wait at the train station, is what

     I will gain.

     I get angry.  Though, I am not angry to the point of being insane.

     Come on!  Let's go!  

     Where is the train?!

     Is it here?  Is it there?

     Why is it not here?  

     Somebody says because it is there.



     I missed the train.



     I raise my fist in a show of feeling.

     My fist, connected to my wrist.

     I do not have time for this.

     A list of things I need to do.

     Of this, I am really reeling.

     Damn!

     The glass I want to smash.

     The throttle I want to coddle, and pull back.

     The train has now past.

    

     I missed the train.

    

     The pain I feel.

     Yes, it is real.

     It hurts a great deal.



     I dream, it almost feels real.

     I dream of stealing a train from the yard.

     It would not be hard.

     I dream of driving it myself.  I dream of thriving.

     I dream of stopping at all the stations, waiting.

     I dream of picking up all of the people who wanted to take

     the train.

     I dream of never having anybody miss the train.

  

     I missed the train.

     I missed the train.