Unassuming machines are these
Escalators climb the building, slow and steady
Creating a rhythm
Elevators spring into action with an inviting tone
An automated mail cart rolls by with ease
I can rely on these mechanical colleagues
They are consistent
I’m not so sure about the organic ones…yet
The stress lingering outside cannot get past the strong walls
The windows reveal a blue sky and green grass
The colors are muted, like a painting
They don’t make an effort to be flashy
They don’t need the attention
I leave the safety of this place and return to reality
No longer surrounded by my metal friends
No longer embraced by brick and glass
The harsh truth is thrust upon me
The silence is overwhelming
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Love the way you pulled this poem together with the last two lines.
This is several weeks of life experience put together. I am happy how it came out. 😁