She Cries In The Corner

Riding the 122 red limousine from Eltham to Plumstead, the girl gets on in tears. We and guess summise what may be cause and steal away with our own concerns.

She cries in the corner
Arctic solace and pain
Tempered mascara gangs run riot
Shanking hollowed cheeks of blame

She cries in the corner
Her future blurred and stung
Like incomprehensible exam papers
Unanswered questions won

She cries in the corner
Sobs accompany the tears
London's red limousine symphony
Crash cymbals on waiting ears

She cries in the corner
Sympathy struggles on filled seats
Papers snap as music cracks
Amidst the shuffling feet

She cries in the corner
We know not what rocked her heart
The bus bell rings to summon change
Our thoughts flee in the dark