I woke up and to my surprise
I was on an early morning train.
I didn't know where I was going
and I thought that was a shame.
I could hear the engine's whistle blowing
and feel the rhythm of the track.
A cold draught brought with it a weird feeling
that I was never coming back.
I then realised that the lights were not working
and darkness was all around.
An occasional blurred light passed the window,
but I could still hear the rail track sound.
The train entered a railway tunnel,
which altered the sound of the train.
The tunnel seemed to go on for ever,
but it's rhythm felt just the same.
It felt like we were coming into a station,
it slowed and stopped on the track.
I experienced an uneasy feeling
that I was never going back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The journey of life and death so nicely described. A beautiful poem.