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Silence
silence roams in the vacant corridors
simply noises of that dull light bulb
turning on of off
resembling a sort of a bees form of communication
the wind passes through and out the doors
searching to be inhaled
yet oxygen is like the life
of our natural resources as of now
close to extinction
broken windows
marks of hands on the floor
with a form of thick fluid
thicker than water at least
is color resembles
that of a fire trucks light or its paint job
marks on the floor, marks on the walks
marks as if kids had been assign such project
yet emotion not close
to that of a child’s knowledge of pain
humming’s from a crow
silence outside the corridors
bone structures sits alone
the marks used to indentify who I am
begin to fly away like the dead leaves
falling from this oak tree
wind and weather freeze my mind
wrap around me as a mother
hugging her first child
console me tonight
shadows come close
crow now speaks
my hands no longer move in speed
of that of a drowning fish
now they are more like
when you caress a flower
slow strokes
as wanting to captured such moment forever
yet I am just searching
for this moment to end
light bulb silent
wind no more
vacant corridor
soundless my life roams
-che
