breakdown

Cherry

By JupiterMoon

Thu, 25 Jun 2015
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breakdown

we sit in traffic,
the same place
the same time
each day; leaking
free will.

our wheeled tombs,
filled with smoke,
with spite,
with unspoken rage,
with teeth ground down,
with burden, and fear
and defeat.

only sometimes,
with the smallest moments
of hope and happiness.

we inch from one red light
to the next,
the roadside signs,
giving no warning,
death might be the next left.

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Comments

Submitted by love_writing on

Nicely done. Traffic jams bring out the worst in human nature. I particularly liked the tone of confinement, frustration and anger....leaking free will. I got from that feeling of being in an inescapable place. Made me want to get out that car...walk to a green field. Thanks for sharing, thought provoking! 

love_writing

Submitted by VeraClark on

This is so true. I love how you convey the sheer anger of traffic entrapment.

 

Submitted by Bee on

'only sometimes,
with the smallest moments
of hope and happiness.

we inch from one red light
to the next,
the roadside signs,
giving no warning,
death might be the next left.' - brilliant!

Bee

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

It's so nice living where no traffic lights exist, where you don't have to watch your fuel gauge going down or your temperature gauge going up... I miss those days!  smiley Enjoy the cherries, they're just up anead.