Theme: Afterlife

Final Journey

In the cold and fog-drenched station 
I await life's final train
In the waiting room of existence
I prepare for death's end game. 

As I check the clock once more 
Whose hands have moved like snails 
I hear a rumbling in the distance
Death's train approaching on the rails. 

I board an empty carriage 
Where no soul is seen or heard 
Now the train departs this station 
For my last journey in this world. 

It takes me through my memories 
Of life and loves and joys
Of friends and places seen 
And all my childhood toys. 

As I re-live times gone by
The train begins to slow 
There's a platform on each side
Where they lead I do not know.

I choose the right hand door 
And alight on sodden earth 
Here awaiting my arrival 
All my friends and kin since birth. 

As death's train departs; 
To collect another soul.


More By  :  Stephen Watson

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks Rajender.

Stephen Watson
17-Jul-2020 03:02 AM

Comment Nice. Therapeutic.

Rajender Krishan
16-Jul-2020 19:53 PM

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