What is left for us?
What was ever there?
Have we missed the bus?
Does anyone care?
What’s ever been there—
‘Neath the rusted truss—
Does anyone care?
Are we stuck like thus?
‘Neath the awful truss,
Life’s a rotten stare—
Are we plucked like thus?—
We’re caught unaware.
Life’s an evil stare—
Have we missed the bus?
We’re caught unaware.
What is left for us?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 14, 2025.
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Dunno, but I thought I missed the No.7 bus. I waited 3 hours then someone passed by and said 'The No.7 bus don't run on Sundays now' Doh!
What bus do Tom & Co catch? Don't answer that! lol.
Doh is right! That might not result in a Pantoum of Doom, but certainly a poetic cliffhanger with anger! 🤣
As for Ol' Tom and Co.. (Where's Jerry been, btw?)...they caught the ________________. Did you catch that?
This might become TMI (Too Much Info). Well, it would be if we did 'answer that' - those 1,001 questions about Popeye & Co! lol.
Wow, so many feels in this. Well written, my friend, your poem revolves around feelings of despair, disillusionment, and the search for meaning in a seemingly indifferent world. The repeated questioning, "What is left for us?" and "Does anyone care?" highlights a sense of abandonment and existential angst. The poem reflects on the futility of existence, implying that life can feel like a trap or a cycle of repetitive suffering, as demonstrated by phrases like "Life's an evil stare" and "Are we caught unaware?" The subject matter touches on themes of loss, resignation, and the struggle to find purpose amidst chaos.
Yes! Very much so, my friend! You have a sharp eye and a keen sense of the depths found in my poetry and I am always grateful for your time and takes. This take is astute is exactly what I was expressing. Thank your for always seeing through to the heart. Much appreciated my friend, makes one feel less alone. 🚌☠️🕯️🖤
Not to worry my friend there will be the next bus. There is a feeling of despair in this poem a darkness that pervades doom. So many times I have missed the bus that I arrive early to find that the bus is delayed or broke down. A most poetic write of feelings many carry. Nicely done my friend
Thank you my friend. I love that you caught the heart of it...the despair that still waits for something better, even if it never comes, as you said, something many feel. That image of the delayed bus fits the poem perfectly. Love that! Anywho, always grateful for your time and thoughts! 🚌☠️🕯️🖤
You are most welcome Tristan always a pleasure
It's quite a dark experience when you realize you're on your own and nobody will be there for you to save you from doom...I'm sure we all feel like we've "missed the bus" and are behind compared to others.
For a moment I thought I was seeing things .. but then it appeared to me gone .. Wot on earth, I thought to myself as I rubbed my eyes and read on .. Oh' my word, how could I have been so bloomin wrong .. twas not the phantom of doom @ all but A Pantoum of Doom in effect, x4 perfectly formed 4 line stanza's cascading in a downward flow .. n pretty darn neat too .. 🖤🐦⬛🐈⬛👍🖤😎👍
Levels of alienation and anomie certainly feel higher in me than they did forty years ago - or is that just old age? Whatever, your piece expresses those feelings, especially when I'm waiting for that bloody bus!
All attempts at jokes aside, this has a strong structure which makes reading a (kind of) pleasure.
Thanks Tristan.
This feels like they both know it's over, but the next step is the most daunting part.
How to actually leave, and can they leave. You can see why houses get split down the middle now.
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