Classroom Poem by josiah houk

It was a grey day. The sun hidden from my eyes. There was a breeze out. I knew this only from the moments walking past the window. I now sit in a bright, desolate classroom. The classroom I sit in every day. It fills each hour to only empty the next. The class is full and noisy. Yet, I feel alone and isolated. The class seems empty and motionless. No sound or sight in any part. It remains still. All I hear are the keys typing as I approach the climax of my paper. I am consumed in unknown emotion. I find myself in a pause unsure of how to approach the conclusion. The emotion still in hold of me. Where do I go from this?