Last minute entry (trying to maintain the promise to at least have a go each week):
They told us what the problem was: "One under"
- but up till then I'd travelled on Cloud Nine
(well, actually, the Piccadilly Line
from Hyde Park Corner) in a state of wonder.
Another suicide. Oh, not today!
The passengers began to talk, asked "Why
do people choose this monstrous way to die?"
but no one knew. Then I heard someone say,
"A new life has begun, though; it's profound."
I realised the one who spoke was me.
I'd told my secret inadvertently
to perfect strangers on the Underground.
Most days we all get on and off the trains
without a moment's thought for anyone.
Then something happens. When all's said and done
thank goodness our humanity remains.
Last edited by Jayne Osborn; 08-17-2011 at 12:20 PM.
Reason: Typo
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