Love Poem: Last Train To Nowhere
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Written by: Tony Bush

Last Train To Nowhere

Clickety-clack! sang the wheels on the track 
slowing into a dead end shunting yard; 
crawling aboard as the baggage gets stored 
amidst groans from the red-faced station guard.

Scored by the nasal growl of the tannoy, 
indecipherable instructions relayed to the blind; 
framed by diesel fumes, tears gently dripping 
into the void with clatter and whistle fading behind. 

Echo and boom, career and carom 
about the cortical fast track; 
off steel and cement howls a chilling lament 
for those leaving home to never come back. 

Upon this evil stretch of line all is wrong and amiss, 
the wrong type of leaves, the wrong type of snow, 
wrong sense of direction, wrong love, wrong kiss, 
wrong reasons to stay, no reason not to go. 

Cursing this place, the look on her face 
reduced life to perpetual travel; 
alone in a carriage the dark side of marriage 
made love's fragile tapestry slowly unravel 
right to the end of the line...