I serve no purpose
To these chaotic halls
That's not to say I am unaware
Simply out of place
Even the ones with no person
Still serve a purpose
Places to sick their gum
Or hide things that were never theirs
Maybe some last minute storage
But not me
With my color fading
My hooks collecting more and more rust
Not even the rats
Want me
Because I am open
For the world to see
With no door to protect what's within
A free invitation
For the propaganda that the students find so funny
A locker with no door
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Poems For Students
PoetryBeing a student can be hard and often times we can't find an outlet for our feelings. Sometimes they are linked to school and other times they are completely outside of the academic world. I hope with these poems you can relate to these feelings and...
