so much is said, <br /> onboard trains, <br />so many different lives, <br />so many different pains, <br />each carriage containing, <br />a thousand thoughts, <br />of food, affairs, death, <br />lateness, sickness, births, <br />television drama's. <br />a spillage of human life. <br />Private arguments often, <br />adrressed to the world, <br />megaphoned voice, <br />on mobile phones. <br />such entertainment from human, <br />soap stories. <br /> <br /> <br />often when i cannot sleep, <br />i walk in guilty solitude, <br />to the bridge that rainbows, <br />the railway tracks, <br />(i say rainbows for the graffiti comes in all coulours) <br />The trains seem in such a rush, <br />passing through the towns, <br />in panic like speed, <br />They know us, <br />what we are like, <br />what we think, <br />and eat, love and hate. <br />little wonder they slip <br />by in such haste.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trains/
