Not Easy
Booking a return ticket
Breathing constricted
Summer has ended
Mourning its own demise
Got on the wrong train
Cried and cried
Where is it headed?
Don't want to ask
Open my mouth
Only sobs come out
Tears are salty
Swallow them up
Get off at the next station
Packed with people
Sound the pipe of my tribe
No one answers the call
Blue? Black? White?
Bit of all?
No. Grey? Maybe.
But not easy
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