Not the warmth, not the ice

In winter, on a tuesday night
I was travelling in a train
No hint of light
I was sleeping on a rigid berth
The mattress was torn
And the corners, full of girth
Oh! I totally hated it there
Didn’t sleep all night
So much heat! I couldn’t bear
I just wanted to get off the train
Walk with the wind in my face
And my hair drenched in rain
As soon as i got off the train
And i tried to step on the ice
I froze from my toe to my brain
I was helpless, i couldn’t stand precise
It was so cold and there was no hearth
The train was gone and i missed the berth

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