Slowly traveling down that bumpy road. Never breaching upon the moral code. They sat silently. Talked uncompliently. Arguments over a materialistic thing. Voices yelling; not knowing what to bring. They sit sometimes silent on the ride. I always wondered what was within, what they hide. Sometimes my breath is that of distress. Trying to build up a fortress. They don't know that I am like them yet will not show. Their mental capacities are different, yet new, never having the chance like I did, once grew. The vinyl seats had this smell, and the bus driver never had a desire to yell. Perhaps it was because he had understanded that these children were a gift that never landed. They did not know. He did not know. I did not know. We were all on a ride together, however short. Falling, stalling, prosecutors in court. I didn't know exactly how to connect. Each time I stepped on I didn't know what to expect. Perhaps we all taste this feeling of distress. Taking the clothes of our heart off, just to re-dress. Scolding the simplicity of pain. Becoming of society, the gain. I don't know exactly what I am trying to say. It just wasn't normal, yet I found time to play. I choose to look at this situation impartial, changing the channel as when arrives a commercial. Perhaps I was wrong in all of this, Losing a chance that I will always miss. Maybe I could have had an effect, It's just that I never knew what to expect. So I rode on and on. Now it's all gone. No more to listen, yet I will always feel their pain glisten. The kids on bus J-9, never really knew what the world thought of time.
Reason for writing:
Finding things that i should have tried to fix in an interdependent type of way.
Birth sign: Cancer
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