The Art Room
In the school's art room
when no one was around
i sat, forlorn by my own grief
as a way to escape my pain
november had already broken my bones
my letters remained ignored
so i sat, and watched a friend paint
marking the beginning of something fleeting
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
