Day 15; National Poetry Writing Month 30 Days/30 Poems #NaPoWriMo
There’s a girl
this morning
on the metro,
unaware of the crowds,
unaware that I’m late.
There’s a girl
on the metro
packed with tears,
with tears in her eyes
and no place for more lies.
There’s a girl
on the metro
in the morning,
moving through motions,
through stations of grieving
and tunnels of tears.
Her breath is broken
like she’s been running
from something,
like this train
that we’re on
that keeps on breaking
and she’s breaking
this morning,
this girl
on the metro,
with tears
and tunnels
and stops
with no answers.
This girl
on the metro,
unaware that I’m late,
this girl who’s missing
something on the metro,
who’ll miss that someone
who’s making her cry,
who’ll miss that someone
when the lines divide
and leaves her
in tracks of tears.
All Words and Photographs By Damien B. Donnelly
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Damien B. Donnelly 
Love the repetitions. There’s no clickety-clack on the métro so you’ve supplied it.
I tried. Thank you Jane.
What a gifted poet you are, Damien! Loved the verse . . .
Thank you so much Peter. I am so grateful for your words of support. Best wishes to you and Happy Easter.
Oh my–gorgeous and heartbreaking, Damien. I can see that poor girl. I also like the repetition.
Thank you Merril. She caught my attention although no one else seemed to notice her. She deserved a few words I thought, even if not directly.
So sad. I’m imagining one of my daughters. 😦 I hope she’s OK.
I feel for her. There’s something lovely about how her tears, and the train beat out the same rhythm.