Here's a poem I wrote on the bus the other day.
Eyes opening,
Taking in the sights all around me
Staring at a ceiling, a blank, white ceiling.
Ears opening,
Listening to the sounds of the street
The humming of cars, a familiar beat
Faintly heard, almost imagined.
Mind thinking,
Wondering why I ever saw this world alive,
Hoping that the miseries of life would come to a halt,
Though some may say the answer comes at too high a cost.
Slowly I get up
Go through the motions of life
Walking out to a world that I daresay I loathe.
Good morning.
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