Author: GreenPPoet PM
This is the story of someone travelling to work . Who feels like he is pulling the rest of his team and not getting any help. Beautiful Metaphor!Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 125 - Published: 11-30-11 - id: 2975376
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I have become the 9 minutes past 8, Not stopping for anyone.
Always late and stretching when I brake. I stop slowly but not gracefully.
I set off into the distance.
I know what's coming and I don't want to go,
but my track is fixed, and never changes.
There is no joy or pleasure in when I crash that pram or wheelchair with someone aboard.
Neither don't I feel guliy because they had the easy way out. And I cant stop my nightmare, NEVER Wake from life.
I want to sleep and my carriages and passengers can be pulled by some other train.
not so suicidal
as I have had enough of the 9 minutes past 8 service, for this nightmare.