One of my favorite and well-put together poems I've written :
When you learn to shut up,
We'll see how loud this place is.
The overflowing boxes on the floor
Say there's unfinished business.
Dismal people sitting around us
Are done with this day.
Heavy eyes stare at bare walls
All while their coffee gets cold.
You're still talking to me
But I can't fathom
Where you're finding the air.
You've captured that experience pretty perfectly.
Let's talk about this situation.
Can I assume you're the speaker of the poem?
This poem screams gender issues at me, but I imagine the speaker of the poem and the speaker in the poem could be any gender. What do you think?