the ruin of my soul~ third collection of poetry

First Day

The day wasn't as hot as I had thought it would be.
Sure the sun was shining down, heating up the pavement like wildfire to a tree,
but the air had a nice breeze to it that made the scorching sun less life threatening and more inviting.
I sat in front of the building,
it's red bricks towering over me as if screaming "lol ur stuck here."
Green leafy bushes of all sorts lined the sides,
some taller while some mere twigs,
and some thriving while others a more deathly brown.
The school had an almost ancient feel to it,
as if taunting you to imagine the elders walked upon the same grounds as we decades ago.
I don't mind it as much as I used to.
In the courtyard I sat writing this,
I was faced with the circular like walls of the cafeteria greeting me from the other side,
while the cool breeze whipped at my hair
and the suns warmth tickled my skin.
Three minutes.
Two.
Suddenly the busy courtyard dissipated into a calm,
which would have been nice had it not been a nice reminder that I was late for geometry.