I walk down the barren streets,
Silent save the sound of my feet
6:57 in the morning and the street lamps are still bright,
Acting as a barricade between dawn and night.
The sky a gloomy, pale gray,
Nobody else goes this way
Leaves cover the empty road
And make my shoes wet beneath my toes.
Imperfect lawns with imperfect grass,
And, yet again, with a great big mass
Of leaves, everywhere they've spread,
One even rests atop my head.
Turn the corner to the left,
The silence that's been so far kept
Evaporates with the passing of a car.
School is not very far.
I pass by houses I've seen daily
The same thing consecutively can drive one crazy!
An extra turn, today the plan
Sets in motion, if my weak heart can.
Hide inside a deep dark ditch.
Hope it's not me they'll miss.
Find the gun, hold to my head, pull the trigger,
No longer here shall I linger
My head everywhere, life unspooled,
I finally finished my walk to school.
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The Baseball Card & Other Short Stories
Short StoryOne day, when I was in Algebra class, a baseball card was thrown past me. And it struck deep inside me how peculiar it was to have a baseball card thrown at you by an eighth grade boy. For a while I thought nothing of it, but later, I forgot to brin...
