Samantha Stough

Rookie (April 10,1994 / Pennsylvania)

Elevator Man - Poem by Samantha Stough

Trapped in a box all day
In a crappy hotel
Feet glued to the floor
They feel like blocks of lead to him now, I bet
Sighing and sweating
Staring ever so often at his watch
He was an ugly man
A sad man
But his eyes really got you
Big and unmistakably bright
There’s a real person somewhere
Within his shell of worn flesh
You meet people like that all the time, I bet
But you probably don’t notice at all
You could be one yourself
And not even know it
Sometimes I feel like the elevator man
So redundant…
So tired…
So lost…
Despite the fact I always end up in the same place

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 25, 2010

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