Windows
standing at windows the day speeds by,
people scurry as ants or inside metal monsters,
always coming to and away,
business of great importance,
hastening deeds so that more deeds may be done,
and more quickly.
Neon signs and gas to pump,
gazing from above,
seemingly moments,
but wasting days,
killing time or simply maiming it.
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.
