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Concrete Room

Sad little poems in a concrete room

Posters for groups from before

This poem is not shy

The words build to fill the space

Breaking out of that sad space

That place has no space for words

Words shouting whispering working

Hurting or flirting

The feelings that shatter the mind

Words that ******* with joy

These words are more than

Sad little poems in a concrete room

 

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Written by
cindra-carr
American
Published
Mar 28, 2018
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My first and only experience with an open mic, after moving to a new city, was in a back room of a book store. It was a concrete box and the open mic met after a twelve step group. We took turns saying our poems in a circle. The open mics I had been going to were in a private area of a motel. There was music and it felt more like freer space to share. It felt like closer to the idea of an open mic night. I was always terrified, but they were so nice.

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