Terminal
Television blares with something
that interests nobody. How
can they sleep sitting up?
Like they’re crowded into a bus
station, they seem to be waiting.
The final bus is loading now.
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Ominous. Reminds me of many houses I have been in.
Feels like the final boat to cross the river Styx.
Thank you both for reading my poem, and for your nice comments!
I can’t believe I misspelled the title. It should be Terminal.
What a trip!
Thank you Bronson for fixing my mistake.