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The Steam Train

By Mark Quinn

The Steam Train
By Mark Quinn

Sat on a steam train heading for hell,
whilst I’m sat in my seat with stories to tell.
My head overwhelming with visions of pain,
while the black locomotive giant steam train
belts down the track, sparks all ablaze.
My mind and my vision stuck in this maze.

The reality of life is spinning out of control,
just like a beggar whose lost his soul.
I stand up and scream, “the hell must end!”
For the black locomotive goes round the bend.
Hitting the straight, heading for home,
where it is heading is for the unknown.

A tunnel is nearing, the blackness does come,
my mind and my body feels so numb.
Will this train ever stop?
My ears, my eyes, my belly goes ‘POP’.

We pull in the station – what a relief.
But my mind and soul is still full of grief.


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