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Parked Like a Bus

April 11 – National Poetry Month Challenge

I’ve been parked like a bus
waiting for passengers to see
that there’s a lot of room,
lots of space in me
to love and to share
to live and to give
the experience of a lifetime
isn’t that a good thing?

Yet all they that come are so lost
so undone
they stand by the open doors
refusing to come
into the place of refuge
to get rid of their mistrust
their dejection, hallucinations
everything of disgust.

For they fear they know, not what’s to come
when they make that step of faith
upon the steps beyond the doors
of cloudiness and hate,
leaving all undone
to overcome
a life full of regret
parked like a bus,
I’m waiting still
to see this happen yet.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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