Walking in the hallways,
And being by myself.
Just the floor, the walls and lockers.
Me and no one else.
I can hear the different classes,
All going on at once.
I can hear the teachers yelling,
At all the kids at lunch.
Walking down the hallway
The lockers dull, dark, and gray.
Even with the lights on,
In the middle of the day.
I stop and look around me.
Hearing the silence, that’s so pure.
I stand here feeling free,
And something so much more…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem