Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
On the bus,
But not so much.
We go round and round
With smiles turned upside down

Pushed aside
Try to talk,
But we're not doing this is all I got
Lash out
Anger
Bitterness

Frustrated
Aggravated
So mad the tears won't cry
Stranger in my house that wants to die

I don't want that though
No.
Just want the stranger
To go

Never signed up for that
Never ringed a finger
For the "Oh, by the way"
Hair trigger

It's like a canister unchecked
Pumps
Pumps
Pumps
POP!!!!!!!

I don't get it man
Everything was pony boy
Til he came, and you let him
I didn't want him hear, but you didn't!

I'm tired, but I can't sleep
All I do lately is eat
Drive and cut grass
I'll be glad when this **** right here is past...
Steven L Herring
Written by
Steven L Herring  Virginia, USA
(Virginia, USA)   
314
   Raghu Menon
Please log in to view and add comments on poems