- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Train
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
Platform at gunpoint –
involuntary travellers
herded through the wide
apertures, squeezed into
the dirty wagons, daylight
shrill across the faces
looking out at the
blaring station. Inside
all noises stopped. Halfway
the cold morning there was
the squeak of rusty iron
and the sound of the doors
being barred. Standing against
the side he could just see
his old world turn stranger
through a crack in the wood.
- COMMENTS
DawnJover 11 years ago...that's what strikes me most in this poem. The sounds or their absence are pre-eminent here -- from the sound of the morning, through the rusty hinges to the bars on the doors. Not even the morning's "shrill" sounds can alleviate the weight of loss here.
