I took the longest journey in July 2019
A journey which felt forever, that was totally obscene.
Tears in my eyes, a gentle rumble down the line.
A shiver of shock coursing down my spine.
Each mile closer, yet so far away.
Dreading what would happen to all of us that day.
The end of a long six month wait.
Everything taken, left only to fate.
Creeping ever closer to the place I call home.
Trying to distract, by looking at my phone.
None of it helped, my mind was a mush.
Looking out the window we made the final push.
Pulling into the station my breath caught in my chest.
Standing there for minutes wondering what to do best.
My walk down the stairs to where my brother was stood.
His smile was strained, he didn't look good.
The long journey continued to the horrible final place.
Crawling along at what felt like a snails pace.
Hoping and wishing we'd be there in time.
An endless journey, the end of the line.
The final chapter in what I wished was a lie.
The final time to see him, to watch my Dad die.
I barely spoke I couldn't catch my breath.
The final pages of a cruel, senseless death.
Hours we waited knowing what would come.
Together till the end, Father and Son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem