Standing At Life's Bus Stop.... Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

Standing at life's bus stop awaiting the bus to happiness
The constant worry as you stand their showing anxieties feelings with rain pouring down your troubled face
Wet ticket held in shaking hands of despair wondering in anticipation where is this bus of hope?
Physical body weak and frail as each minute passes, struggling to cope, wandering if you'll survive
Each passenger a story teller their own book of individuality eloquently united in the yearning in their desire to travel to happier days
Looking left and right which direction will the miracle shuttle to brighter futures arrive
Feels like forever as you stand feeling isolated avoiding the eye contact with strangers
A que of lost souls now builds Erie and silent connected by a telepathic sense of hopefulness
Suddenly the sounds of kindness engine faintly heard in aspirations ears
Ghostly outline of a bus coming through the fog of doubt now clearly pulls up to your optimistic feet
Doors open colour now lightens your face, with the welcoming of a guardian saviour welcomes you on board
"Come forward my friend" the softest voice says "for you are not alone please don't be afraid"
Taking your seat you look at the relief on fellow faces you've been the lucky ones this time to be driven safely to a happier place in time.