Death by late bus.
Standing patiently
Freezing to death
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
My bus, late.
Thoughts blur
Words escape me
Thoughts evade me
The shivers stop
I sit down
I get sleepy.
I can't feel cold anymore
I lay down
Peace.
Forever, peace.
Endless paradise.
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A Glance Into My Mind
ПоэзияPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.
