Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Driven to Distraction

As the fast metal body
pushed it’s way through the night
fast was the pace
almost like something in a race
Driven with order
everything in it’s place
knowing one fowl move
could bring it all to a halt
Noise and whispers
filled the air
tiredness and hunger
filled his lonely despair
Thundering rolling wheels
gripped the tar of the freed
shuffling of movement
tired worn souls
Each one running and rushing
to fulfill their own goals
Fast is the pace
this is nothing like a race
fatigue driven
enclosed space

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