Wandering around in darkness,
Searching for the light.
My heart is focused on the past,
There’s no escaping tonight.

Can you see right through me?
Should I be afraid?
Has it been like this all along?
I’m not sure why I stayed.

Contemplating leaving,
But where do i belong?
This could be my last chance
To tell you that you’re wrong.

I think it’s time to walk away
From the hurt that holds me back.
I can see a light ahead,
I’m standing near the tracks.

A whistle sounds, a train grows near.
It’s almost time to go
Tonight’s the night, it’s the end,
The finale of our show.

This poem was written/submitted by Kristen Bethel.