A half wit would had seen this coming
That was no light at the end of the tunnel
No freedom beyond that shimmering light
Only a 42 ton train screaming my way
I accept fate and shut my eyes
Heart beats as the train wains in closer
Then for a moment
nothingness.
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To Whom It May Concern Volume 2
PoetryThe second volume to 'Whom it May Concern' Not for the feint of heart reader; a much more darker version and much deeper look into my headspace. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it
