en route to canada water from north greenwich- an endless traffic jam!

I’m at a junction
Where every malfunction
Plagues each individual
Yet seems oddly casual;

There are rows of red glares
Amidst shrill horn blares
The silence is deafening
But the weather is threatening

I feel terribly testy
Though I was happily zesty
When will this end?
I can’t see the road’s bend!

The skyline is alight,
Impervious to my plight
My patience wears thin
I can’t bear this dreary din

Were I to turn back time
I wouldn’t be writing this rhyme!

Tormented beyond measure, yet there is no way out.
I can’t resume normality, there’s nothing to be done!
I knew of this eventuality, this horrible depravity
I do know I need out
But there is no respite
I am in severe doubt
Of my capacity to love again
Of the ability to find peace
Keenly aware of your incapacity to love me
Equally certain of my own deceptive faith
I persist as a mere plaything in your hands
Twisted out of shape and turned to benefit
Stagnant I remain, unaware of what awaits
Gone beyond extremes of my own imagination
I am held captive by my worst follies
Yet I am inexplicably bound to you
Despite my inevitable miseries