Abandoned Train Station in Winter

It’s a bit of a quirk, I realize.

Abandoned places in the night.
There’s nothing I love better:
The dismal gray-black sky above
The cold, oppressive weather –

The trains, they left here years ago
Their voices long since died;
But here, amidst their ghosts, I am –
And it’s
My kind
Of ride

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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