The Words Behind the Walls


Though not a poem in its natural vein,
I expect my dream job not to be in vain.
Something where I can be myself
But probably also build a few shelves.
Yes my dream job lies in architecture
Something where my words appreciate their composure.
And yet the secrets in every wall
Like a book, unveil something tall
And by night I stay a wordsmith
Where I can scratch the itch
For a grandeoise story that breeds a universe
Listen up--first college, then my next verse.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741