Walker

17

Lost Out A Window

self aware in agony
only alive at night
day breaks through bed side curtains
but i cannot see the light

school returns with rapid pace
a train we all must board
18 years our sentence to a structured common core
but not today
today is ours, it’s the last summers we’ve got
my days were filled up to the brim, but with what i’ve now forgot
i toss and turn, i roll and churn, escaping to a dream
mind racing about who and what i’ve learned and chased and seen
faces new
faces old
new people one and all
friends for a single summer, but now we’ll never call
minds eye turns to empty desks
visions of our school
where we laughed and talked and joked as i would race to play the fool

in that spot i felt alone
on that chair i felt holy
in that room i sat at noon, not in class and lowly

here, now, i sit free
lost and doing nothing
summer passed by me so close, but not for one moment touching