Fa d i n g A w a yA Poem by Chase
A man sits on the bus-
today as every day before. The passengers around him sit three seats away two and one... but never in his though it is empty to them. Their eyes pass over his existence as if he were not e x i s t i n g. A n d s o h e f a d e d a w a y. A n d i t r e a p p e a r e d, t o t h e m- The seat. © 2017 Chase |
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Added on February 5, 2017 Last Updated on February 5, 2017 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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