To the sound of whistles
we are herded aboard
like cattle to the slaughter,
sweaty aroma
permeates
every molecule
of the stuffy air.
Dead eyed stares
gaze out at green
pastures,
places they
will never graze
except in a dream.
Dreaming of a life
roaming free,
when the truth
is more gloom
in this world
of rails leading us
to who knows where.
Green churns with grey.
The wheels turn at pace.
Sweat trickles
down grim face
joined by streams of
tears as the acrid fumes
circle menacingly.
Standing room only
for those pushed on
at the station just gone.
Cramp clinging tightly to the legs
of those who sat down long before.
In the seat across the way
a passenger grunts a snore
as they dream of open spaces.
Outside
the rain starts to pour.
Clouds of anger
make themselves big,
bullying the sky.
Tears fall in rivers
to saturate the verdant scene.
Another station another rush
before the doors click shut.
Wet bodies slide
into the spaces left.
A young lover draws a heart
In condensation smears
on the window
to her love outside.
The food trolly,
too wide,
tries to glide
down the aisle.
Stretched limbs
stop it in its tracks
like roots breaking
through the surface.
Another mile, and another,
passing towns and cities until
they all blur into each other.
Now the sun is shining
and smiles start rising
for the last stop
is fast approaching.
We emerge tasting
the clean air and disappear,
fading
into the remaining
daylight.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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