Drenched
Water pours down my face
The rain still coming
Down and down
Puddles encase my feet
Squish squash
Boom, clap
Thunder reigns
Worry washes over me
Please don't hit
Run
Faster faster faster
The bus looms ahead
closer and closer
Relief pulsing through me
A cool wash
One more step
Almost there
Hello, is this bus number seven?
Yes, thank you
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Burger
PoetryA series of poems written in the day to day life of a crazy bi-polar gayboy