Unwell to the station.
Each step a kick in the backside.
Each drop of rain an insult.
Screaming and denying me relief.
Other pedestrians walk in my way.
Blocking me like the rain.
My stomach turns painfully.
My night of mulling over dilemmas
has left a bitter taste even morning coffee
couldn´t wash out.
This dark day and it´s unknown outcome
has all of my faith.
Despite the torture of a monster morning,
atleast I got a seat on the train.
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