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On the line

Darkness shrouds the train

Blue flashes flicker in the rain

Alone with strangers left to hide

As a man lies down on the line

 

Time stands still when death enters

The breath becomes hard to centre

My luck at catching the last train

Becomes silence in the rain

 

Everyone is on the line

Phones in hand, not the time

Words turn inwards

Soiled and sinful 

 

"Selfish bastard" rises in the din

As passengers stand to observe the sin

A loss so much greater than my time

As a man lies down on the line

 

 

 

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Wordseffectbrew

Fri 23rd Feb 2024 08:39

I’m glad you can appreciate. The time we do not plan on is a gift to reflect and feel for those around us. Our time is precious but at least it is still ours.

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David RL Moore

Thu 22nd Feb 2024 16:00

My brief period of City commuting was peppered with suicide's causing track delays. It's one of the reasons I decided more dangerous places were safer for me.

Commuting nearly killed me, souless, life sucking drudgery. And yes we cursed those who delayed our homecomings, how utterly despicable.

Good poem, escape as soon as possible, my advice.

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