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POEM: The Struggle Bus

The Struggle Bus

I hopped aboard the struggle bus
as April came to its end.
Random naps and nights
of too much sleep.
Unlike a normal bus,
the struggle bus has no rope to pull,
no button to press to signal your stop.
You get off when it lets you off,
and you’ll be where it wants you to be.
The oddest thing about the struggle bus?
If you disobey the rule and stand
ahead of the yellow line
to catch a glimpse of the driver,
you’ll find the driver is you.
Very Empire Strikes Back.

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30 April 2026
Charlottesville VA

Day 30 of National Poetry Month

Published in Depression My poems NaPoWriMo2026 Poetry

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