.::-:The Den of the Last Angel:-::.

Today's Poem...
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The hollow clatter of an empty locker's door
The empty hallways with no resounding footsteps
The bland classrooms without decorations or books

The warmth of the social world
As absent from the halls as a sick child at home

No rustling of papers
Complaints about due dates
slamming of locker doors
Or "No running in the halls!"

No more recycled fries [1] that taste like wet cardboard
No more gossip that is stocked in more quantity than library books
No more secrets whispered from ear to ear between classes
No more.

The disappearance of life seems to vanish at the source
'Real' life begins in the classroom
Where knowledge is abundant
As is drama and suffering

The end of the year
Like a sad song through your headphones
The summer sunlight evaporates your salty tears
and your memories

Both good and bad

Are left behind in an empty locker
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[1] At our school, whatever fries aren't eaten on Tuesday are reheated and served on Thursday. Nasty, huh? (they aren't any good to begin with.)