The bus full of
blurred faceless creatures
zombies without aim
a destination to hell
like an image of
dying, crying
while no death occurs
no tears are shed, just
blurred faceless creatures
with mouths agape
as if ready to speak
of the crimes of mankind
but words fail them
like the rest of the world, while
eyes ablaze with no fire
glare as if the very soul
had been usurped
from behind them
and a flicker of
hope escapes
into thin air like a
tree falling without
making a sound though
the bus continues to
crowd with blurred
faceless creatures as
two stare into the abyss
of desperation, frustration
a mind full of screams
a voice empty of response
and though one stares
at the other none utters
a word as the bus makes
its routine stops
In and out they
come and go like
waves in a vast
ocean of crimson
death no two alike
though each foams
at the mouth, rabid dogs
that don’t bark
that don’t bite, but
blurred
faceless
creatures alike
Author notes
Inspired by the bus I had to take to get to college every day.
A contest entry
- Can you make me feel? (now open to PWs) by glitterydoom.
550 points, ended November 16, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please critique
Comments
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I love the imagery in this, its great, I love the ending too
thankyou for entering, best of luck
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Very dark and dank imagery in this! A fascinating look at people as they go about their mundane existance sometimes lol. I like how you took an every day thing and made it poetic!
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i have to say that is a weird place to be inspired to do a poem like this, but then again, college can be hell. keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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