In Locker 3234
I sit unused, fresh and clean.
I'm easy to carry and properly sized.
But notebooks and computers have taken my time.
In Locker 3234
I'm white with a red cover and
Empty lines of latitude waiting for an attitude.
In Locker 3234
I see the empty, new, files and
Occasionally,
The ceiling and lights.
My owner's face is passive and always in flight.
The hallways never see me and the neighbor's door's not open.
In locker 3234, I'm eternally left unopened.
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Poems of the Atmos
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. If I don't mention that I made or own the photo, know that it isn't mine. I used Canva, Google, or Wattpad Covers to make my book covers/pictures additions. Thank you for...