Psst midnight

Not a
Good
poem today. 
This thing called
Life
Got in the way,
And had far too
Much
To say.

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Delivery driver, 11.03pm, M25

Bright tail lights,
            Tired eyes.
       Miles drawn
Like each
       Ragged 
            Ageing breath.
                   Running
              On pure caffine,
        You’ll never
      Let
Them down.
    But
         They’ll never
                            Know.