A Collection of Poems

040: Back To School

In this poem, I didn't actually talk about my school but the feeling of being in my school. I imagined it as an empty place, devoid of anything alive. I pictured the dark halls, the ordered rooms, the dusty chairs, the flickering light bulbs, and the static atmosphere. It felt to me like I owned the seclusion, the solitude of the tranquility of the building. For me, it is the best feeling and moment I can create.

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BACK TO SCHOOL

The time will be

And ever be

As soon as the ways are cleared

And the windows are cleaned and smeared

I will rest upon them

And hold, and hold, and hold

Till nostalgia folds

I'll ever be

The time will be

And so will be

As soon as the rooms arrange

And the decors remove and change

I will rest upon them

And gaze, and gaze, and gaze

Till nostalgia sways

I'll ever be

The time will be

And shall it be

As soon as the people leave

And the silence and darkness weave

I will rest upon them

And think, and think, and think

Till nostalgia winks

I'll ever be

The time will be

And may it be

As soon as the thoughts are drowned

And the irony came and crowned

I will rest upon them

And feel, and feel, and feel

Till nostalgia heals

I'll ever be

The time will be

And all will be

As soon as the sounds ended

And the mem'ries piled and mended

I will rest upon them

And die, and die, and die

Till nostalgia cries

I'll ever be