The people rustle around you.
It's loud.
Too loud.
Rushing. Rushing.
You stare at the man furiously yelling at his phone.
You hear the crying of an infant in the arms of a woman.
You feel the cold winter wind blow past you.
You bring your scarf closer to your nose.
Be quiet.
Can you hear that?
Can you feel that?
Can you see that?
The yelling.
The crying.
The rushing.
The cold.
It's loud.
Too loud.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Hearts 2k16 (My Collection of Poems And Short Stories)
PoetryThis is a collection of some poems and short stories that I've written. This was actually an assignment in class, but I thought I wanted to share it with everybody. (I'm really sorry, I'm not very good with writing poems and I can only write in repe...
