Night Bus

Dusk has fallen
The sun crawling down
Committing a sin.
She set out.
As the sun fell down the horizon
they thrashed her.
She must have made some mistake
for, it was a dark time...
Her soul exquisitely tortured.
A deadly ride,
shrieks of the sinner:
Hospital, surgeon, knife
Say all effort in vain.
Yet full of hope
keeping body and soul together,
as her days drew near the corner
she lived a life
buried in sunset.