NH ( / London)

Terminal Stop

Trains and life,
Will all come to their termination stop,
But as the clock,
Rolls ceaselessly on,
More passangers come aboard,
And with more passengers,
More disappointment,
Less time,
To stroll down the compartments,
While the thunderous momentum,
Of the train and life,
plummets onwards,
Blind to death,
Doom,
And despair.

by Nick Hilton

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