They threw me
Laid down and
Paved with asphalt concrete
O the pain
Heartbeat's like a speed bump
Walking regular
Driving fast
CPR/AED
Eyes tearing up with blood
Heavy bus
Heavy feet
Begging to be replaced
I'm no one's street or sidewalk
No 911 calls
No hospital visits
Under The Bus
Is where I died
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Comments2
A great metaphor. We all feel we have been thrown under that proverbial bus from one time to another. A good write
Great write
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