Between Classes

Footsteps echo hollowly,
Each one coming back to me
Like old memories emerging from the past.

Shadows lurch uncertainly ahead,
Cowering and quivering
In the cold, unfriendily gloom.

The worn walls lean against each other,
Tiredly whispering in empty tones,
Listlessly continuing on.

The lights flicker,
Shrilly threatening to end it all,
Then wearily resign themselves to the boredom.

Forgotten books limply wisp their pages,
Once to draw attention,
But now simply out of habit.

The halls ache with loneliness,
Silently screaming for the bell to ring
And fill them with life once more.

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