[Vulgar]

Writing about casual events that hold such nostalgic tenderness for some is hard to accomplish, let alone attempt, because there are so many things in life like this to choose from. Why be extravagantly descriptive and butcher the topic while you neglect other areas like emotion that can be much more rewarding for a reader's perceptional gain? That's what this verse felt like to me: an experience translated into an accessible palate. Could've been the fact that I've read a lot of Pent Up verses, but the way you ended it with those last 3 bars reminded me of his closures. The shorter flow, the trailing question, the climax without a climax. The rainy train station during periwinkle dawn.

That's all I've got for now for reflection.

"At this point the ancient terminus is rusted and worn
Where conductors have ushered hundreds of bustling hordes
Running, feet stomping like thunderous storms, people hustle aboard
So packed you couldn't bring another speck of dust on the tour
But there's nothing - just you and yourself at Station One
& the sky's sallow glow as shadows grow beneath the fading sun
Your face is numb, & your mind, you're powerless to control
Focused on the billowing smoke and the towering commodes
It's souring your soul, you've only heard stories and seen relatives
That return, and seem as they've been treated with dream desiccants
You breath, negligent to the bells and the large light approaching
The silhouette on horizon reminds you how hard life is becoming
The desolate silence is numbing, you retreat deeper in thought
Uncontrollably sink into a dreamscape until your hopelessly lost"
^Strong opening!

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