11/20/2023

As I wandered the London Underground with my friend on a cold rainy evening in July 2023, I came across this poem.

It spoke to me. The poem talks about being invisible in a constantly moving world and bottling feelings that few would ever understand.

Tears on the Underground

I felt my first

Heartbreak

As I rode

On the Northern line

The thrumming of

Train wheels

On tracks

Drowning out

My tears

Voices muffled

Through speakers

The disquietude

Of the crowded carriages

As I reassessed

Where I sat in

My life

Rejected

By those

Who loved me

Passive

Acceptance

From commuters

Whose arms crossed

And squeezed in

The spaces around me

They didn't really care

But they needed

Some place to be

There I remained

Underground

Waiting for myself

To heal from the hurt

That happened

Some stations ago

As I drew closer

To my stop

To alight

I remember

Dreaming

That

I was able to

Fill the spaces

Which others never could

Within myself

Holding feelings

That I thought would

Never be understood

'

written by John