Diminishes through the rusty mist.
Gravel footsteps linger behind me,
And so does the school.
The farther I run,
The longer I stay.
Everything stays the same.
Freedom is the only way out,
And it is fenced off.
Birds chirp as they fly away,
With wings that will take them anywhere,
But they eventually disappear into the sky.
My head yearns for that feeling.
To be gone from these cold brick halls,
Means I can soar off into my own life.
Author notes
This was something I created a while ago for writing class. We took a walk around the school, then wrote what we saw.
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As a teenager that's all you want is to climb the fence and go your own way. I think this piece speaks for itself and needs no introduction.
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