Life on the Bus (rough draft)


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.


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