November Journey(Betrayal)
Yes,
I noticed you,
holding empty conversations
with yourself.
The other passengers
watched thier destinations
drawing near.
They didn't notice you
except to stare.
Maybe
years of loneliness had crazed your brain
so you remembered conversations
for comfort
( it was reassuring to hear a voice)
but only your reflection
in the blurred windowpane of the bus
answered in silence
to the sound.
You continued talking
to your past.
but the world that betrayed you
and you
the betrayed
entered mine.
that was my experience.....it had such an effect on me , i went home and wrote the above poem......it was on a bus journey in to Liverpool, and i was 18/19 at the time.
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