The halls are quiet
Not a sound
For nobody is around
In the distance a locker slams
And from a house 'cross the street there sounds a "SCRAM!"
The trees are blowing in the breeze
Classrooms echo with calls of "May I please . . ."
The sound of sneakers slapping the floor
The resonant sound of a closing door
A muffled bell sounds the call
And a subtle rumble fills the mall
YOU ARE READING
~poems~
Poetrya collection of poems that embodies who I am and what I stand for which includes but is not limited to: ~grapefruit ~oil stains on my laptop's keyboard ~the stars ~the stupidity of high school ~the oddity we call technology and much, much more
