Wandering
Created: 01/14/2004
Wandering down the halls,
of schools in my past
I cry knowing that this first visit,
may also be my last.
Thinking back on the days long ago,
the days so good,
the days of old.
I walk down the empty halls,
no one there but me.
I wander through my memories
wishing someone could see.
See the pain I went through,
the tears that fell.
See how the days had flown
right by me.
My body an empty shell,
with a mind that will not rest
that wishes my soul free.
With a heart as heavy as lead,
nothing matters anymore,
I might as well be dead.
This was a freewrite that was supposed to be no more than 20 lines for a contest or something. My teacher said the contest people liked happier poems, and it was 21 lines anyway *shrugs*.
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