Hopeless
Flat-faced
houses look out
On strangers passing by;
The pavement feet away,
The road beyond.
A bus
trundles past,
Indifferent passengers
Gaze, glassy-eyed,
Noting nothing.
A to B,
B to C;
Endless journey,
Soulless.
Drugs, poverty,
Despair, fear;
No job, no hope,
No life.
Did you write that poem yourself Janice? I never realised that Berkshire was that bad.
ReplyDeleteThis is so very sad, what has the world come to? Or perhaps this is just the day-to-day drudgery of commuting between work and home?
ReplyDeleteCertainly is bleak.
ReplyDeleteHumans were designed for more community interaction and support than many of us don’t get in this society.
ReplyDeleteWe are living with trump and his goons- this poem actually cheered me up. Perspective, I guess.
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