Concrete Sky

The bell rings–
Out the school gates and up the hill I go,
Mother monster buzzing in ears.
I use her to drown out the thoughts
But from those waves of ambient creativity,
Regret slides out,
Rearing its paper edge.
And I walk on through the fog,
Underneath a concrete sky.

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