hello everyone. feeling random. wrote a poem recently. enjoy, though it will be tricky.

cheers (=
anarchist.

Bus wait

Bus
Stop.
Bus stop.

Waiting at a bus stop
For the bus to stop.

Sitting under the corrugated roof
Teardrops from heaven
Pelt down in an unyielding hail.
The sky is sheathed
In a gauntlet of grey.

Stare at my shadow
Hold my mind blindly
Tears trickle down
Disappear in a crowd
Of water creeping in
Water mixed with
Despair
Desolation
Depression.

Wearing black
Hypnotised by the painting
Dark shadows
Splashed on a canvas of grey
Curtained by a mist of downpour
I shiver
Not from the cold
But from the chill
Of my heart of ice.

Only one
At the bus stop
Swallowed in tendrils of dark
Different shades of mystery
A spectre enveloped
In the embrace
Of wraith-like
Lost dreams.

Light from the streetlamp
Pale glow against darkness
Wipe the tears and rain
Same salty water
The light is dim
Flickers yellow
Not enough to chase
The darkness away

Shroud envelopes my mind
My soul
My being.

A vice clamp
On my heart
No strength left
To fight

One
Against the world

So lonely
No way to say
No way to stay
Standing alone.

One against a multitude

Combat evil
One at a time
Seek out terror
One by one

No one knows
No one cares

Unloved
Unappreciated

Secret guardian angel

How much longer can I last?

But it is
Inconsequential
Irrelevant
This is my duty
This is my calling
This is my life

I will fight
To the end
To my last breath
Alone
If need be


A life not in vain
A fight well fought
A sacrifice worth the price
A legacy well established

Superhero

Alone.

Bus
Stop.
Bus stop.

Waiting at a bus stop.
Waiting…for nothing.


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Conan Chui
5/7/07