Thursday, June 24, 2021

At The Bus Stop


At The Bus Stop
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Sitting at the bus stop
I can feel every breath
Every heartbeat echoes
Building the stress I feel
I would love to be happy
But life will not allow it
So, I sit and I wonder
Is there anything out there
Anything for me to look toward
Or is my life just like this bus stop
Lonely, cold, and ignored


 

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