12 - 4am

[hobbit86]

Although in Serious Critique and it's a critique you are wanting...I am unable to do that...but I would like to comment if ok?

I really like the short, snappyness to this poem. Really flows nicely. You can really feel the isolation in this poem. The feeling of standing on an empty station on a winters night...the echo of footsteps, the echo of your breath.

Favourite lines are

I can't move.
Icy breath
My sole life sign.

Watched it pass;
The last bustle
Of the night.
The final sound
Still echoes.

That real sense of loneliness, watching everyone else whizzing by in the bustle of their lives...standing on the edge, in the cold, alone...

Curious as to the meaning behind it? What prompted you to write this poem? what were you feeling at the time?

Not sure if meant to ask this on here, but just curious to the 'behind the poem' questions...