I went on a bus trip for a week, and this is one of the poems I wrote. I was on a bus with around 30 other people (mostly fellow teenagers) for a bit more than one day straight.
Sleepless sleep-filled night.
Bodies twisted and turned in unnatural positions.
The odour of teenagers linger
While common movies fill box TV screens.
Lifeless humans occupy
Their own cramped space.
Mostly whispers heard at night
Accompanied by random bursts of laughter
During the day.
The trip feels a lifetime long.
Life on the bus.