A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

25 May 2013


Lockers stand, hanging from their hinges

A bell rings yet no one hears

Wind howls through the halls

The only sound interrupting the silence


Books piled haphazardly in the corner

Overlooked by book cases gathering dust

Computers do not hum anymore

Nor do boards hold words


People look away as they pass by

Students scorn the likes

Grass grows slowly yellow

And birds find homes in the gutters


No war has broken out

No, the school year’s end instead

Everyone home, suffering in the heat

Piled under summer’s woe

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