The Train... Poem by Lev Brekhman
The Train...
The train of death, a-jingling,
Is carrying you to hell.
Your brains are slightly tingling,
You're under some witch spell.
The best of life is ending,
All life's earthly deeds.
At last you stop pretending,
And feel your real needs.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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