From Afar- Every Tile I Step
Distant emotions brought forward,
my sold soul has wings every week.
The glow, of this, beats whatever
my mind, well, forgets to think.
Inching my way to destination,
well, possibly doom, you can give
or take this away from me, but
for gods sake, please say yes.
Walking confidently, with butter-
flying in my chest, I walk over
desk. Just to get back to my
seat, my cold... cold seat.
To keep my imagination to an
all time low. Remaining in this
whole which I continuously,
year after year, fall in. For now,
I guess you could say I've fallen.
From my all time high, but wasn't
that high considering how I knew
this was coming. The waves of
notebook paper flowing to the
young man sitting in front, and
beside me, cause tension to heart.
My mind falls apart, like discolored
leafs at the jump of September.
The tallest in my class, feeling more
and more like the piece of grass
that lays before my feet. I glance
at it keenly, seeing a reflection of
me. The paper opens, like the gates
of hell were to blow me away, I can’t
understand what would bring one man
to this deed, to make one feel so low.
To know and feel what I had, yet not
she. She’s left clueless like the blue
gum stuck to the bottom of my desk,
engulfing me with its sorrow. Making
me remember ever inch I stepped,
across that white, cold, tile classroom floor.
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