The Bus Poem by Vincent Onyeche

The Bus



I sat in an eighteen seater bus
At the right, close to sack and box
On my gaze, staring at the skulls
Isn't life beautiful, we head as we erase
All places and roads we pass
Looking straight ahead
Underming how life may seem so hard.

Monday, November 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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