Metro
A hypnotizing rhythm
of metal on track
car honks and stop signs.
My perfectly measured lines,
red light, green light, one, two, three nights in a row…no sleep.
No peace,
just weathered eyes staring back at me
My
mind
is
fading
in
the
sun.
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