The Grey Hound bus lurches into the darkness.
The road curves and bends.
I cough from the cold I have.
The man next to me offers me a cough drop.
I reluctantly accept.
He looks like a pedophile.
I thank him but notice his eyes glazing my body.
My contours.
My curves.
My puppy face.
My undeveloped body.
The bus continues forth.
I’m running away from home.
I’m running away from him.
He beats me, my mom’s boyfriend.
He does other stuff to me.
I have never been on bus.
I don’t know where I am going.
Anyplace would be better.
Someplace would be better.
A place would be better.
Somewhere else would be better.
Better than facing a fear I have no control over.
I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself when I reached Somewhere else.
I have discovered the beauty of liquor at this young age.
I throw my head back and swallow a large quantity.
I cannot live without liquor.
If I went to the police.
They wouldn’t believe me.
If I went to the church,
The would hush me.
Send me back.
As I ride away I cry.
I drink some more.
I cry some more
No way to escape.
Is suicide my only option?
I stand on top of my seat.
I scream.
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This is so real. I felt like i was living it as i read. I love the emotions and the words you use to describe certain things. It is beautiful and i think the rawness of it makes it stand out from the rest. Great write keep up the good work.
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Wow can you right !!!! i mean seriosly i love this poem thank you i have felt this way but i am 2 coward a person to act
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I think you missed putting an "A" in your poem but other then that i think its a very good read
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it sound like they are drawn into a endless spiral,, just one thing is the line:
I have never been on bus.
Is there meant to be an "A" between on and bus because otherwise it sounds funnyand doesn't flow with the rest of the peom.
Other then that, a wonderful poem and I wish you all the best ideas for the future.
Rose
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