High School

Written by: Emma Huls

The voice of newness
flows down these halls
these ancient halls
as they capture the voice

chills flow down
the walls
as the voices of old
are soon forgotten

As the voice continues 
it lows, as it dances
laughing out in glee
as its forever victory

the voice of old 
lays in the dust 
as it silently cries
at being long ago forgotten

as the voices come
they go as well 
each leaving an impression
or leaving nothing but dust

yet there is always a voice 
a voice speaking 
or a voice laughing
voices, all wanting to be heard