Waiting For The Train Poem by Timmy Curran
Waiting For The Train
All is quiet,
so very very quiet
Stairs going up
the only sound that´s crying
Rotting ceiling
and clammy air
Those stairs keep on
moving up to heaven
Where the sun shines
and the air is clean
All is quiet,
so very very quiet
Harsh lights
shine on harsh floors
Underground and inbound
to a place that men built
Reaching for the sky,
moving up to heaven
Where the sun shines
and the air is clean
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