Unmoved,
expressionless,
unbroken,
a few words,
a few words so softly and so gently spoken.
Unmoved,
expressionless,
unbroken an unbroken mood of morbidity,
wishing for time alone, but sat with strangers,
and sat in a train and feeling as blue as the sky,
and filled with emotions and tears about to burst,
as if from a cloud,
a cloud that hangs heavy overhead,
as if about to burst and pour rain heavily down.
Yes, unmoved, expressionless,
unbroken, an unbroken mood of morbidity.
A smile from a stranger,
a hello, and a how are you,
but you are not of a mood for conversation,
and you reply the same few words,
just a token,
a token few,
for you are too involved in yourself,
on a train, on a train to somewhere far away from pain,
somewhere on a train, with sadness addling your brain,
in a never-ending refrain,
a never-ending refrain.