I ambled through the lonely, quiet corridors
Which once bustled with laughter, stories and lores
“Hush” teachers said
But now, someone please utter a word, call someone, get first aid. My childhood’s dead.
I climbed up the stairs lifeless and slow
When once I climbed up to catch the yellow bus, catching up to the flow
“you’ll trip” teachers said
But now, someone please push me, call someone, get first aid. My childhood’s dead.
I walked up the silent halls to find each teacher in their place
Memories were fresh as the new phase
Began ecstatic, to find her trace
I ran up to her office, to find no face
The one being who was my sole purpose wasn’t present.
What a case.
She told me to not trip and to tie up my shoelace
I despised it, yet now I beg to hear that voice. But none came. Over were the days.
Nobody told me to tie my shoelace.
