Awaiting.
A boy sat sideways
fiddling with his shoes,
with a clutter of thoughts.
A classroom filled with souls,
and their soulless teacher
An air so tight, eerie
until it's breathless.
Soothing.
The sun atop of us
beckons to reach our skins
to deliver warmth, to deliver life
Failed to puncture this viscosity
brewed by the dreamless
And their concentrations
towards nothing.
Alone.
Is all that of this boy
like a torch in a faceless fog
lighting up, searching for an exit
Trudging through this swamp
impeded, his steps
Grew heavier
to a stop.
Emptiness.
Was what he saw around him
not the slightest indication of a living being
as transparent as glass, but felt like a million weights.
The boy only has one small hope
may one day they'll see the sun
Let it heal their souls
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chemin de le serein. | poetry
PoetrySerein - (/sɪˈriːn/; [səʁɛ̃] in French) refers to rain falling from a cloudless sky. This sort of rain is said to take on the form of a fine, light drizzle, typically after dusk. The name derives from French serein, meaning "serene", or "clear" (as...
