dorm
Snow on my window pane
matching the pain in my heart.
What I longed for the most has gone,
a place of hope.
On this frosty eve, blackness sings its
Sad song, the TV blaring
more about nothing.
I lie Cold.
We curse the school. It’s not our fault,
you lazy SOB’s. We’ve tried to make it
better. A towel soaks up the snow.
We know that’s NOT enough.
To think we got here; they chose us.
Is this how they repay? Is this our glory?
Nothing can repair the damage. Or
recharge my pride.
Snow on my window pane
matching the pain in my heart.
What I longed for the most has gone,
a place of hope.
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