I await the bus
Rain soaked leaves dropping tears,
The noise of hurry in my ears,
The journey back home, to me, lures.
A little love, a little poetry leaks from me
As hard as I try to preserve it in my lungs to capitalise,
Wondering if I missed the news of another bus strike,
I await the bus with conflict in my eyes.
The steel beast is here and I must go
Leaving the in-between feeling of my temporary home,
Crowded heartbeats and bated breaths
Me, this feeling, and the rest.
Through much imbalance, ups and downs,
The belief that my heart's profound
Slowly fades with every turn
A weariness now my heart will learn.
Stacking papers,
Collecting dust,
The iron in my veins has begun to rust
My feet start healing from the pus
My mind comes alive as I await the bus.
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