Layover

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

I sit and wait for hours—tired, bored.
These seats are hard: they feel like formed cement.
I stare out many windows tall and clear;
outside I see the airplanes flying by.
Again and again, they’re taking off—
the same scene repeating before me.
My stomach growls, but I ignore it:
The food in airports sucks.
And’s expensive. After thirteen hours here,
I guess you’ll find I’ve nothing nice to say.

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Hello! My name is Hannah, and I'm just on here to share writing with others. My favorite thing is to hear stories from other people, and what better way to do that than through a blog sharing my own stories? Hope to see you join me in the comments!

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