The cross walk was always empty here
Not many people come here
A place of both life and death
Like the terminal behind me
A station full of thousands of people going all over the city
Free to go where ever
But no you
You're stuck in the terminal
And seems like you'll be on the next train out
Some where far away
YOU ARE READING
Poems: A collection
PoetryA small collection of my poems. Some of them are sad, some are happy, and some are just fun!
