Poems Writings

Cart on the bus

“To perceive is to suffer.”


he sits, head bowed, next to his cart

that contains all his life possessions


surrounded by people that are chained

in their business-casual wardrobe and arbitrary schedules


he is young, with dirty clothes and a skull ring

the girl in front of me keeps taking pictures of him


for what purpose, I do not know

his pain has no need for being arrested in pixels, I ponder


something pinches my heart

I can’t hold his pain in my heart


I step off the bus and shake my brain

dipping my memory in ignorance


to forget the reality that lies beneath

this beautiful illusion of a city

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  1. Beautifully written. Pictures flowed through my mind as I read your poem.

    1. thank you, i’m glad that you liked it 🙂

      1. You are very welcome

  2. Visually powerful.

    1. thank you 🙂

      1. You are welcome.

  3. It’s such a problem, and leaves us feeling so helpless. Well penned

    1. thanks, that’s very true, hoping for days that we can all help them

  4. Very poignant, Em, job well done. In this case, is the girl taking pictures a photograph or doing it out of spite to mock? I think sometimes it’s important to capture the realities of the city (and of course with consent) and it’s values.

    1. I wasn’t sure why she was taking pictures, I am giving her the benefit of the doubt, let’s hope it wasn’t for mockery

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