Title? Why Do I need a Title?

The clock at the station
shows a quarter past eight
I’m at the edge of their platform
but the train is already late

The wind rips at my tattered tee-shirt
and the bitter cold stings so much that it hurts
Yet mother nature can’t phase me at this point in time
I’ve become secluded in the dark of my mind

Far down the rail shines the trains guiding light
and the foreboding wails echoes throughout the night
Such a sadistic irony that defines my life
Taunting me, telling me, I could turn out alright

The shrill squeal of metal on metal
growing louder, so f*****g loud
it’s growing louder, so much louder
and louder, and louder, and louder
and I am shouting, I am shouting
Here comes my salvation!
To take me so f*****g far away
From this shithole of temptation!
She ruined me, don’t you see?
So expertly, let’s give her an ovation!
Now here it comes!
I guess this is goodbye
The last words I leave to you?
 I hope you f*****g die.

Reviews

[Pixie Meat]

First of all, the title just plain rocks.

My favourite thing about this is that it seems to start off calm and measured, the rhyming and rhythm seamless. Then emotion seeps in, and all these dramatic exclamation marks and swear words start coming out all over the place. At first I was taken offguard, thinking, 'he completely changed styles here, where did the metre go?' Then it sort of started making sense. This is probably one of the most accurate representations of true anger that I have seen in a poem, because it doesn't start off angry, but leads the reader through a thought process instead. I feel like I've learned something about writing from reading this poem. Anyways, I think the reviews below summed up this work perfectly, and you didn't really need all of my rambling: intense!

[.Bunnie.]

LoL wow. Intense! Great job. :)

[Glo]

Wow. Brought me right into the moment. Intense.

[Shadow666]

I have never seen the word f**k used in poetry before! Brilliant!