Width

by Noah · 09/04/2026
Published 09/04/2026 12:14

The basket is heavy, the plastic biting my palms.

I hit both elbows on the frame where the paint is thin.


Three years of dragging my boots in the dark

left scuffs on the wood like a secret sin.

The floorboard groans when I try to move.

#hidden sorrow #mundane fatigue #physical labor

Related poems →

More by Noah

Read "Width" by Noah. One of the best and most popular poems on The Poet's Place. Discover more trending, inspiring, and beautiful poetry by Noah.