I’m standing in the sand
By the side of the road
Leaning against the hood of my car
Like an unenthusiastic prostitute
Waiting for the tow truck
Overwhelmed by boredom
The anxiety in the pit of my stomach
Would come as a refreshment
Yet nothing’s there
So I trace back my footsteps in the sand
Thinking ‘Why did I wear these shoes today?’
One response to “Waiting: The Roadside Poem”
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I can relate to feeling overwhelmed and bored sometimes.
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