The Train To Nowhere - Poem by alan brown
The day started evenly
with no one to avail.
As the train was running steady
rattling over every rail.
The scenery passed by slowly
as I sat on the hard wood chair
My bones were aching badly
but no on seemed to care.
My hands were tied and tethered
my feet were bare and cold
I felt like I was dying
but no one could be told.
Beside me sat another
with head bowed to the floor
The car was full of strangers
I counted ninety four.
We were heading for a camp I hear
I just wish that we were there.
The train was running at its fastest
but our lives were in despair.
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