By thoughts around and around
a runaway train in my mind
can’t make it stop
what if this happens
or that
something bad
because of me?
nono it can’t happen
it can’t be
walls closing in
hard to breathe
did it rain
on my face?
line of thoughts
running faster than me
haha maybe should’ve taken
gym next year
nice try—a joke can’t make this
stop
it’s not about wanting
something neat
it’s exhausting
it hurts
what if
what if
what if
and
why me
why me
why me
but
no no
i’ve learned what to do
i’ve practiced
it’s better than before
i know who i am and what to do
A Station Appears
And now i’m the conductor
The train has stopped
And guess what
i win:)
Poem by Shawkin Kabir ’21
