A breezy refrain bellows unexpectedly Within this deserted vacuum. Only a faceless few are left now. The suited man, I have decided, is a workaholic In the throes of a traumatic marital breakup. His face is stern, captured in a Generous film of sweat; The brow is furrowed, folding away his troubles, Whilst a shaky [...]
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Midnight at Paddington Station
Posted in Poetry, tagged ghosts, London, loneliness, Paddington, Poetry, Time, Trains, verse, Words on November 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »







