The Bus Stop
through the stillness of the night
I see such a frightful sight
not a sound lurking in the dark
not even a whisper or a whistle from a lark
I stand there and look at the lonely bench at the bus stop
watching the shadows jump from bottom to top
I thought I saw a figure waiting
or maybe it was just debating
to board that long and lonely ride
straight to hells gate and then inside
or was it my own shadow waiting
reflecting off the light, instigating
me to come and have a seat
and wait for the Devil I will soon meet
is there no redemption for my soul?
or have my sins taken their toll?
oh, my cigarette has just burned out
I look around and give a shout
because now I am sitting on that lonely bench
at the bus stop and without a flinch
I see my ride pulling up
I guess this means my time's almost up
sorry got to go now
this poem was my only vow
to let you know my life has moved on
no matter what I might have done
