I feel like
I'm in the grip of madness
Passing through the rush hour
I can't handle the exhaustion
Especially when my head crashes
Like the waves of the ocean
And I am lost within
Like I'm living in a box
I see things
Like some shadows dancing
In the midst of the smoke
My vision blurred
From tiredness
Like an endless sea
With shores afar
My eyes right now crave
For some far away rest
This poem captures the wild, chaotic lifestyle in the cityscape especially during the rush hour. Everyone feels like they are in the grip of madness and I couldn't agree more.
This is in response to daily prompt
I am @edith-4angelseu and thank you for stopping by my neighbourhood.
I would not enjoy being in that kind of traffic at any time of day. The poem is wonderful, Edith.
Thank you very much for reading, I really appreciate.