Dear memories, I cannot say
nor to you, four walls, and beaten doors,
how old time will age till I look back
upon these hallways I’ve loved before.
Let me leave with no empty promises
to write once again on those cracking boards;
With chalk dust clinging unto those smiles
of playful doodles, of youth restored.
Do not echo back as I turn away
from the desks I’ve adopted as my home;
where I’ve once written my dreams out of drying ink,
where my young ideas once were free to roam.
Do not chase after me, oh, childish wish,
to the playgrounds that stirred my barren soul
nor up the stage where lights have made me shine
to dance my heart, to live out my role.
And winds of change, I pray, never return
or make me remember the laughters I cherished so;
those shared joys atop the gray noisy platforms
that chain my heart from letting go.
Dear memories, perhaps it truly is time
to say goodbye, so long…and finally, farewell.
Your gates may never close on me, but still I part
my hands marked with tears on the
doors I’ve opened and closed.
And as I walk away, each hymn, each heartfelt prayer,
repeats like footsteps on your red dusty floors;
like words on my textbooks, these little lines live on
upon these hallways I’ve loved before.
Author notes
Well, grad's around the corner x.x =(
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i graduated high school last year, and iknow exactly how you feel. i think we all miss the days of our childhood that have been taken from us.
i actually visited my old elementary school over the summer, so it was my first time being there in around a decade. so much had changed. there were giant signs with so many rules hanging onthe walls, and there were signs on the playground that limited what the kids could even do while playing.
i was so upset that they were limiting what kids could do i tore down allt he signs with the rules and i threw them into various toilets around the school. i know it wasn't the right thing to do, but still.
made me feel better. =]
brilliantly written though, it really made me nostalgic for those days long gone. keep up the great work!
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i feel like that everytime i walk into my old elem. school, it the last time i was there, actually cried because i really missed tose days. the was a really good poem.
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