Scholars service. All welcome.
The rickety frame hisses, kerplunks into view.
Huddle against the rain with your orange card.
Squeak, Slam, the doors.
Mismatched seats display decades of style.
No style of mine.
I have my seat, Uniformedly unique.
Next to the window, put my shoes up
Nobody cares.
Half-listen to the squeaking and whispers.
Gossiping children.
No friends of mine.
I don't care.
Watch the littered estates and run down streets
fly past.
Not homes of mine.
I savour my fifteen minutes of invisibility.
My me-time for the day.
Undisturbed by this life that is not my own.
Dreams of lands far better.
No land of mine.
I am a familiar nobody.
All welcome, to be a nobody.
Even me.
Author notes
Please comment.. this is my first poem and I thought it up on the bus to school.
What did you think
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Welcome to Allpoetry
Speaking of style - this is surely original. I think you do wonderfully with it.
Observations are all around us.
I wish you the very best.
Mark -
Welcome to AllPoetry!
I love the way that you were inspired to write this - the whole idea of this is very well done
I really like public transport for similar reasons, you just get on and disappear for a while - lovely
Welcome to the site, I hope that you enjoy your time here at AllPoetry!
Polly
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