The Bus Stop.A Poem by Paul BellYesterday I went insane Nothing spectacular Just crossed over to the other side It was probably coming for a while Though I don’t quite know why Nothing untoward happened Just the mundane walk through life we all journey The bus stop was full of the usual people Old Mrs. Grey, off to collect her pension Julie, still bitching about the world Bill, still trying to leave his wife Then the bus turned up Or should I say, three buses turned up All the same number Old Mrs. Grey got on one Julie got on the next Bill went on the last bus It didn’t make sense All the buses were empty Like that was how it was supposed to be I didn’t see them again after that It was like they never existed I would mention it to people But they would deny knowing them They were hiding something The more I thought about it the weirder it got I would stay in all day thinking about it Was I next I daren’t look out the window Just in case it was my time I began to barricade myself in Blackout the house I could survive on water till I got the all clear I could hear talking, the knock at the door They were coming for me I heard the door crashing in I was too weak to fight them off They took me away Past the bus stop Where old Mrs. Grey, Julie, and Bill, were standing, looking at me They had been cloned I shouted as they put me in the jacket I tried to tell the others, it would be them next I watched as they got on the bus Not realising it would be them next They just didn’t understand I watched the bus take them away as they drove me off... © 2019 Paul BellReviews
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12 Reviews Added on February 12, 2019 Last Updated on February 12, 2019 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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