Concrete Abstract Poem


Frustration sounds like an impenetrable scream, forever echoing in your mind
Looks like the unimaginable dream, which you can’t see because you’re blind
Tastes like the home cooked meal that has been burnt for the fourth time
Feels like running a marathon, except your attempt gets you punished
Smells like a burning landfill with a little touch of rotten hummus

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