This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Albany chapter.
Metal bars scrape together
Sounds of thunder come crashing towards me
My pumpkin carriage
For a princess in dirty sneakers
And sleepless nights in her eyes
The neon lights and scraping sounds did not matter
This was the calmest time of day
Everyone shared a respectful silence
For the only scenery that can be seen
In the forest of glass and beams
Glistening in the evening sun
Music could not even justify the feeling
Of falling asleep on the E
Watching the sun go down
And forgetting all your responsibilities
Before the clock strikes your stop’s name
And you’re back in the rattling metal subway cart