Night Train To Oblivion Poem by Lev Brekhman

Night Train To Oblivion



The sounds of the train
Are like the notes of music.
Forward, forward - again
One's head is too enthused.
No goal lies ahead:
The going is your mire
Who says you can be dead?
He surely is a liar...

Monday, October 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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