Poem 1 by mya
Sat at a lonely bus stop, thinking about my past, present and future.
My life hast been all rainbows and
butterfly's and yet neither is my present.
One thing though is that I've learnt how to become best
friends with the feeling of knowing tomorrow
may be the same as yesterday and the day before and the same as now or even that there might not be a day for me tomorrow because the future is the most unexpected.
But yet again iam now sat at a depressing bus stop thinking about the past, present and future.
I'll learn to love those 3
words but for now I'll learn how to cope with the feeling of the not knowing and remembering and feeling.