The Bus Stop.

The Bus Stop.

A Poem by Paul Bell

Yesterday I went insane

Nothing spectacular

Just crossed over to the other side

It was probably coming for a while

Though I don’t quite know why

Nothing untoward happened

Just the mundane walk through life we all journey

The bus stop was full of the usual people

Old Mrs. Grey, off to collect her pension

Julie, still bitching about the world

Bill, still trying to leave his wife

Then the bus turned up

Or should I say, three buses turned up

All the same number

Old Mrs. Grey got on one

Julie got on the next

Bill went on the last bus

It didn’t make sense

All the buses were empty

Like that was how it was supposed to be

I didn’t see them again after that

It was like they never existed

I would mention it to people

But they would deny knowing them

They were hiding something

The more I thought about it the weirder it got

I would stay in all day thinking about it

Was I next

I daren’t look out the window

Just in case it was my time

I began to barricade myself in

Blackout the house

I could survive on water till I got the all clear

I could hear talking, the knock at the door

They were coming for me

I heard the door crashing in

I was too weak to fight them off

They took me away

Past the bus stop

Where old Mrs. Grey, Julie, and Bill, were standing, looking at me

They had been cloned

I shouted as they put me in the jacket

I tried to tell the others, it would be them next

I watched as they got on the bus

Not realising it would be them next

They just didn’t understand

I watched the bus take them away as they drove me off...

© 2019 Paul Bell


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Paul, I was very intrigued with your story. I find myself questioning if the people that your speaker was sharing his questions with are a segment of the population who are egocentric. They don't see anyone who isn't apart of their own social circle or their nuclear group? It troubles your speaker because they are being separated and are ok with it. Those he shares the story with just feels he's crazy, so he drives himself insane worrying he will become one of those people. Just some things that ran through my mind. I guess my "love me" jacket will be coming soon. ;)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Strangely enough, that sums up the guy this relates to. Where we might see something in black and wh.. read more
haha loved this - gets ones mind wandering as to do these things really go on - i'll be watching bus stops and people more carefully from now on - see u on the funny farm :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

You do meet weird people at bus stops. Or maybe they're not weird. lol
Paranoia and lyrical beauty, what a heady mix, loved your poem, watch out, they are out there,

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

They're definitely out there.
Okay, steer clear of the bus stop. Also beware of those still doing the bus stop. Because they are watching.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Defo, the bus stop people are really spies.
This is scary for sure but when that bus driver gets shot or stabbed (which has happened) you do have to wonder where it is all going

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Bus driving sure is hard now. I suppose you don't know who is getting on, and what state they're in.
some craziness going on at the Cafe' today ...i just finished reading the Iron Horseman's poem about a brain eating necromancer ;))) now this! there is a serious thread in this one though .. "crossing over" in one way or another has a line in all our brains and lives ... sometimes very terrible things happen :( i've had me two cups of coffee ... its 4:25 AM ... so far so good for me ... i'm grateful! peace and joy Paul!!
E.


Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Two cups of coffee, that's the tipping point.
Though, coffee is just to good to put down.
Wow, this is an incredible read, changed so fast and profoundly too. Going mad or insane. Can happen to anyone at any time. It does not choose, class, religion or background. A great piece in general Paul. That makes you think, ponder and appreciate what you do have in life. Our sanity.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Mental health is at the forefront of everyday life now, and rightly so. I'm always amazed how we're .. read more
"..,,,, Just crossed over to the otherside" it is just as easy as like that going insane isn't it? when just about everything around you making you go nuts. A lot of the times the struggle to stay sane is hell.what follows after they have stamped you crazy isn't going be easy to deal with either, you will always be on the brink!!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Think we are all the brink.
Mrudula Rani

5 Years Ago

...ups and downs on the brink are something else aren't they!
Whoa! This got dark fast! Like wow! That was unexpected! It was a nice surprise and I like dark so this was amazing in my eyes :D

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

You're not getting on the bus, Sarah, you're to young.
LazerRays

5 Years Ago

Um I hope not XD hahahahahah but thank you ;P
the grim reaper in the face of three people very interesting

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

They probably had it coming. lol

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