Monday, 21 September 2015

Choked

Forced to sit and wait without respite
Craving any chance to budge
Making pointless pleas that no one hears
Too pitiful and powerless to begrudge

City streets are taut and snarling
Traffic ramming chock-a-block
Seeping sluggish creeks of energy
A pent up pressure pounded lock

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