Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

Stranded in a bus stop, after a party

It's seven past three and the bus has left the stop

I tried to run and catch it but the asshole left before

I could even complain, or scream at him again

It's the hundredth time this month and the cycle doesn't end

I should be on my bed, reading some large pdf

Of a book I couldn't find outside the internet

But instead I'm sitting here, in the cold, all by myself

Trying to find balance, in my shaky, trembling hell

And I hear the devil calling, from a busy open bar

And there's no angel here to save me in the insides of a car

There's no Uber to salvation, or a friend to tag along

There's no pretty end or message at this ending of this song

It's just me sitting alone, far away from my own home

It's just me sitting alone, waiting for morning to come

It's just me sitting alone, kicking rocks, sleeping on stones

It's just me here, by my own