I’m stood here

My fingers are numb

My face is numb

The wind is harsh against my skin

Rippling my clothes

Finding the hole between my arm and coat sleeves

Goosebumps rise

I’m stood here

The world is passing by

While I’m standing here frozen

In time

And in the wind

While cars rush by

Hurrying around me

I’m stood here

People pass

Getting on with their lives

Busy lives

I can feel their gazes

Pitying me

As I stand here

Waiting for the late bus

On this freezing winter’s day…


I wrote this while waiting for my bus, and yes, it was freezing!

Hannah♥

~ The World is Quiet Here ~

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