This one is a little bit serious which might explain why I was listening to the covers Mr. Sandman by SYML and Love Story by Sarah Cothran.
Concrete Sand
Yew dusted windows
Cozy blankets
Soft coloured books
Sitting down
On your blanket
Hands on your hair
Frustration sinking in
A sob echoes
Through the house
In the walls
Through the floors
Your painful smile
A mirror of your soul
Letting them know
You're not okay
Being stuck in concrete sand
Tear stained cheeks
Fear filled eyes
Grazing somewhere new
With no need for you
Your heart is sore
Hearing the remarks
Of what you could be
Spewed from their mouths
Knowing you're not there
Not knowing if you can
A heavy watcher
With a burden to bare
You sit for days
Looking at a screen
Seeing the work pile up
And not making a move
To do it at all
A little bit stuck
A little bit sad
A little bit lost
A little bit bad
You're stuck in concrete sand
Not knowing how to get out
Or adjust
This stupid way of thinking
Their advice not seeming to work
As you sit still
The work never ending
Piling high on your desk
Puffy red cheeks
Tears staining them blue
As you wish to dissolve
Into a puddle on the floor
Your sad sad eyes
Watching silently
A tired being
Stuck in concrete sand
Should I put the title below the authors note as well? I'm testing how it looks rn and idk.
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My Poetry Collection
الشعرInspired by music, no specific genre The cover is so bad, ew Imaginative Poetry - I try to paint a picture most times. Poems for life, poems by life, poems inspired by feelings that life has imparted on me. Probably spelling errors as I write them a...
