Bus Station Soliloquy

So many bored faces.
All desperate and scary.
Here, there, to footstep places.
Every pair eyes fidgety and staring.
An array, different colors of suitcases.
Fear? The price for this is faring.
Nothing like familiar pace.
Here, there is no caring.

 

hmm I like this one

 

yeah, good one brah

 

Thank you.

 

does i remember your ballin thread about opiates with all the epic poems i

 

wow, very excellent. it has such a clear message and its flow is perfect imo.

 

Thank you very much, respect from you is not expressible.

 

dude nick you write really weell.

 

yeah, I like this dude, reminds me of waiting for the bus in the rain during college.

 

Sequel:

Cold and tired.
Hungry.
This demise I conspired.
Stuck.
It's because of me.
And my demons.
Crude.
No place to shift blame.
Nobody to lend a hand.
Closing time, it's cold.
Dancing to a distant drum beat.
Living with no reason.
I should quickly fold.
Shame.
Isn't this why I came?
I'm not fine.
There is nobody to take my blame.
Desperately begging for help.
Help me break this frame.