Not Long Left - The Trains

so much is said,
onboard trains,
so many different lives,
so many different pains,
each carriage containing,
a thousand thoughts,
of food, affairs, death,
lateness, sickness, births,
television drama's.
a spillage of human life.
Private arguments often,
adrressed to the world,
megaphoned voice,
on mobile phones.
such entertainment from human,
soap stories.


often when i cannot sleep,
i walk in guilty solitude,
to the bridge that rainbows,
the railway tracks,
(i say rainbows for the graffiti comes in all coulours)
The trains seem in such a rush,
passing through the towns,
in panic like speed,
They know us,
what we are like,
what we think,
and eat, love and hate.
little wonder they slip
by in such haste.

Not Long Left

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