Monday, 28 January 2013

January 28th 2013: Going Home

Today was the kind of day that I just couldn't wait to walk away from,
Atmosphere hung heavy and the sense of an irrational storm pass overhead,
The clouds had gathered all day,
The vibes had overshadowed in the worst way,
And half five couldn't come soon enough,
The metaphor pours physically as I stand at the bus stop,
Gripping the oyster card in my pocket,
Pressing the fine edge harder into my palm,
The only stress relief will be stepping through the front door,
Kicking off my boots,
And relishing the time off,
The 121 can't come soon enough.

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