I was alone
On a bench.
Then came a bus
With a few friends of mine
Cheering the weeping soul.
Talked a little, laughed a little
Exchanged a few sweet words
But my sugar-coated ear
Could take it no more.

I could see the puppets dancing
Behind the curtain.
Dancing to their tune
On the biggest stage
Was I the naked puppet

And people laughed a little
And belittled
Every faltered step I took
On the road to eternity.
To which the bus left
And my friends left me all alone
Besides the bench lay my trampled soul



The Story Behind

This poem is so sad. I had great fun writing it. Its an amazing feeling to be so depressed that you enjoy being in a blue mood all the time. I am addicted.

No kidding.

This poem shows how one must follow traffic rules. Otherwise, you will die just like me. Trampled by the gigantic bus.

And I am sure, people inside that bus would be jumping on their places for some extra pressure treatment to ensure that all the juice in my body is completely lost when the bus crushed my already emaciated body.

I guess I slipped on my own juice. Or on my own tears. No hyperbole intended.