A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, writing prompts #44 – Octavia rima poetry. (abababcc)
train to second chance
He awoke in a world that was foreign and grey
but he shuffled forward in a despondent haze.
He didn't know who he was or even the day
but it was a thought that didn't faze.
'Congratulations,' someone did suddenly say
and you stop, because you don't expect or want praise
but it's not praise, it's a second chance
to make the colours under the grey dance.