The Bus Stop

As she stands at the bus stop again
Awaiting a ride that was too intoxicated to give.
The fare gripped by a sweaty palm;
The wages held by the crave of the drink.
A life held, he took the drink to the wheel.

She stands at the bus stop, once again
Awaiting a ride that she never boarded.
Her life held, an intoxication that ends
And those wages are put to her death.
His guilt, he took that drink to the wheel.

The Bus Stop

Jaiided

Joined February 2008

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She awaits that bus, as her husband drinks away the money and he drives drunk and kills her.

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