This is my stop
You missed it
If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be
I know this stop
My home and livelihood are right near there
What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?”
What will I do if I get out at the next stop?
Will I have to ride for eternity?
I think you intentionally kept me trapped here.
Wait? It’s okay. This one is closer to my vision.
jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon