The tracks scream out beneath the train. <br />Calling out to fleeing souls. <br />The hurt that rings in their refrain. <br />Reflects the pain of a thousand words <br /> <br />Within the carriage, rocks and bucks, <br />A thousand stories yet untold, <br />Of different lives and different luck <br />Their endings waiting to unfold. <br /> <br />An old man chew’s a brown cigar, <br />Spewed out smoke hangs, rank and stale <br />At a glance he seems contented here, <br />His dark eyes spin another tale. <br /> <br />A young girl holds a crying head, <br />Her bare hands clasped, white and cold, <br />A carriage full of those not dead, <br />Still hanging on to this greying world. <br /> <br />This place between our here and there, <br />This place where none will ever stay <br />This place that moves without a care <br />Carrying lives to darker days. <br /> <br />Moving on, and soon be gone, <br />So many lives, so many roads, <br />To find a way to carry on <br />Moving on, keep moving on, <br /> <br />And those who fall, beside the road, <br />Are left to groan and die down here, <br />And no-one hears a silent moan, <br />The dead alone, with pain and fear. <br /> <br />Outside the windows of the train, <br />Are mountains, hills and towns to roam <br />The streets that hide men from the rain <br />Are no-ones home, Are no-ones home.<br /><br />sal carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between/
