The Last Train

by abbya

The raped girl in the corner sits in prayer,
Her voice like a new baby catching her first air. 
In the white room, depressed victims 
Waiting and singing of healing process.
On the floor pictures and passages. 
She is willing to turn the other cheek.
The air declines understanding the difference.
I must be on my way before time abandons me 
And the last train comes with wolves.  

The Last Train by abbya

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