In the Classroom
In The Classroom
Mundane rehearsal of the
same thoughts
Whispers nothing, the mind is
blank
Seems like you are in the
darkness, constantly hiding.
From your own shadow
Air is thick and stench fills the
room
Like a growling wind that wooes
All the lost souls to the doom
The mind is like a tainted glass
My eyes look beyond all this
madness
Hoping to find eternity
Copyright © Ernest Badounts | Year Posted 2013
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