We wait alone
Or in packs
Silent, saying nothing
We stand apart from others
Not acknowledging their existence
Nor they, ours
We sit secluded
Not paying attention to the world around us
Observing from a distance
Others watch us seated there,
Dead to the world
Others talk while life goes on
Yet still we say nothing
The look in our eyes,
Tired from morning
Weary from work and school
Others laugh and make conversation
We don’t make a sound
The doors open to let us out
I walk alone
In solitary existence
Until someone breaks my shell
A lone voice says my name
Pulling me from the land of the dead
And a boy sees me
Says hello
I don’t answer him
I walk on by without a word
Then I stop and wonder
Who am I to pass on by
A familiar face I know?
How do I keep walking on
When someone made a connection?
It’s too late now to fix the past
What’s over is what’s done
Yet still I wander on
Oblivious to all
Because that is all I’m capable of
I am nothing more than a bus stop zombie
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