En route from A to B

A sad poem about how I feel.

I climb aboard and pay the fee,
I’m en route from A to B.
When A is birth,
And B is death,
There’s not much to see.
When I look out the cloudy window,
See the fog, rain and snow.
But I’m alone,
And tears won’t come,
Only, my sadness will grow.
It seems to deepen and expand,
But there’s no-one who will understand,
That I’m en route,
To the land of death,
With no-one to hold my hand.

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