Walk

A poem for my days in Public School. Call me angsty.

Morning: The hell-bus walk
All the way down the cold sand road
Peace; melancholy acceptance
Of a fate that's worse than death to me
Well now it's not the same

The six AM gloom light drags on, then fades
The driver's smile makes my day
A reduction of pain became just the same
As a release from the whole bloody thing
Every drop of rain was like...

A crack in the ice.
To smile down on...It's a wonder
I never wedged the tip of my boot in
And tried to shatter it.