Friday, 18 June 2010
01:01:27 PM (GMT)
People rushing around and sounds of trains moving,
Conductors yelling out and people are moving.
With ticket in hand, I stood at the platform scanning
for the signs. Whistle blowing and people rushing
by me. I handed my ticket to a conductor, his boney
hand took this white paper. His face hidden in the
shadows but a smile was seen. This black train screamed
with cry's as I stepped on and saw a little girl cry
as she walked by. As the train departed I saw the sign
from my window. 'The departed soul express'