Platform 8 - Victoria

Poem By Mal Foster

First steps of a journey -
I am one alone among the many
lost amid assorted faces
pounded by instructions
detailed by the tannoy
- Platform 8 - rain pouring in
across the platform
wet steps - lost
in the panic of time
in the panic of missing their train.
I am a face - one face
along a corridor of windows
looking out into the night
the rain-soaked night
the silent city
where no-one knows my final destination.

Comments about Platform 8 - Victoria

been there many times..Great stuff.........10
I know that feeling at Liverpool St platform 11

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