Thursday, February 20, 2014

At Days End

As the clock ticks towards eve
a swarm of men and women
flock the city roads
like worker drones out of a hive
heading back to their homes
at days end

The roads are blocked
traffic is at a standstill
engines running at idle
while occupants stare impatiently
for the traffic to move again
at days end

Public transport is a mess
passengers packed to all corners
like sardines in a tin
suffering endlessly, yet silently
borne out of necessity
at days end

heading back home
an endless nightmare
tired and trodden
all longing for rest
at days end

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