RUSH HOUR

The morning wake-up siren driving cracks into my mind.
Grey clouds surrounding traffic, moving, static all the time.
The taste of aluminium and the fear of hate and pain,
negate the ray of sunshine edging through the acid rain.
Road crawls to the horizon, ahead mirrors behind.
Heat rising from the pavement, beauty undefined.
Clawing in the darkness, blindness causing stress,
I try to leave, give nothing, but I can't give any less.