Wandering the Halls

Mon, 01/04/2016 - 20:20 -- iball

As I stare down the halls

it's not the blankness of the walls

rather the piercing stares

and scornful glares

I'm want to cry 

perhaps die

but I continue to walk

and dare not talk

I know it'll be okay

just get through the day 

This poem is about: 
My community

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