Commuters

It’s time for a poem about commuting to start off the blog proper.

 

Commuters

 Sulking out of the morning gloom,

shambling to the platform;

recalcitrant, reluctant, relentless,

the train awaits

its quiescent cargo of assets,

that hanging limp, without expression,

shuffling feet, slumped shoulders

one step away from hysteria;

still, silent, slowly suffocating –

souls screaming, bereft of any hope,

long since stolen, or shattered

into razor-sharp shards of regret.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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