Rush hour

 


 

Rush Hour

Like a city infected with rush hour,

your mind teems with congested thoughts.

They linger in the background, grumbling,

threatening and shouting; suffocating sanity

as your eyes look towards greener

pastures where freedom lives loose.

You hold your breath and listen

to the living infection nestled in your brain.

Your day started out good, but like always

the pollution proved too much, pushing you off

into the world of suspense. Like an insect trapped

under the glass you panic and hope for

a chance to flee your trap and finally

be free, but it isn’t the city or the traffic

that sucks the air out of your breath

but the freedom of your thoughts at your side,

comforting you in your quiet moments.

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