My ticket punched

My ticket punched, the journey began;
travelling from here to there.

Just the one way, no return on this voyage.

Moving slowly, we passed hopes and fears,
shattered comfort swapped for constraint.

Speeding up we pass broken dreams,
the hidden pains that were not spoken of.

Now at a good pace, we pass complacency and deceit,
blood and hopelessness pass us by.
We have been here before.

As we start to slow,
some find rest and arrival.
While others look back with hollow eyes

And now we stop,
each one leaving as they will;
some happy and content,
while others scream and twist inĀ fear.

My ticket punched, the journey ended;
travelling from there to here.

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