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Silence
Silence.
Walking through the halls
Silence
Walking through the city streets
Silence
Walking through the hopeless roads in my brain
Silence
Walking through the emotions
Silence
Silence is all I hear
When I am walking to find a soul so dear
That can cherish these years
To make them stay far from fear.
Silence is all I hear
Walking into the room of many
Whose souls have beared
The trenches of insanity.
Silence is all I hear
Remembering the past
So it will not disappear
Into the fallen and into the last.
Silence is a unique thing
It makes you at peace
But It makes you want to scream
What is the ending?
Silence envelopes me
As I avoid being caught
Into the sights that can’t be seen
And the views that I have sought.
Silence.
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This piece is something I wrote to dedicate to a classmate and a friend in the grade below me, she was just a freshmen, fourteen years old, who we lost on April 23rd in a car wreck. Her two sisters were in the car with her, but they both are going to pull through. This poem describes how the school and how other kids have been feeling and what I have seen out of them after she passed. All of it is hugs and tears, and silence. It is painful to watch the hallways fill with teens that are broken and teachers that are too broken to teach. I am broken as well. This piece is dedicated to her <3 R.I.P. Daisy <3 4.23.15