Running to Death

I could feel the wind brushing against my cheeks

As I ran full power towards the train railway crossing

When I reached the crossing my insanity took hold

And I walked onto the tracks and sat down

I waited until I heard the sirens and the gates closing

Then I started to panic but stayed sat there

The train stopped it, it had seen me

My plan had failed, as usual

A woman helped me up and over the barrier

And the next poem will tell the rest

But I was sectioned by the police.