The Waiting Room on Platform 3… a poem for rail travellers

The Waiting Room on Platform 3… a poem for rail travellers

Nestled twixt two platforms,

Is the door to hell,

A urine infused fox hole,

Not worth your soul to sell.


The white paint is now yellow,

It’s peeling off the walls,

But there’s nowhere else to wait,

Until the tannoy calls.


Samaritans helped the man,

On the poster watching me,

But his feeble smile’s still weaker than

My brown-grey railway tea.


If there is a God,

Then this is his waiting room,

I’ve been sat here waiting ages,

For that train which leaves at noon.

Helen Treharne

I’m Helen Treharne, fiction author an creator of The Sophie Morgan Vampire Series. I live in South Wales with my husband, young son and rescue cat.
My books are available at all major digital retailers with soft back copies also available from Amazon, Createspace and other stores.
When I’m not writing fiction, I blog at, sharing my experiences of being a busy parent jugging working, writing, and more. Follow me there for my personal insights.

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