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Again and again
I breath, I eat, I go to school, I sleep
And again, I’m drowning in the deep.
Rays of sunshine cloud my vision
I step into the too bright halls – like a prison.
This high school has never looked so mundane, so bad
Except that it always had.
The same people parade the halls
The same pieces of fractured conversations crash against the walls,
Floating through the persistent fume
Of a blonde girl’s jasmine perfume.
Like scattered pieces of broken glass,
The same people stand alone - avoiding the mass.
But they, too, are responsible for this vicious cycle.
Swirling, twirling, slowly breaking
Me.
A routine – executed by thousands of gracious ballet dancers
I now know how to dodge the elbows, I know all the answers
After all, you learn - always the same dance...
In the monotonous flow of life, I am the only one that sees it
The dull cycle, the repetitive trend
Beginning, middle, end
Of every day.
It’s night and I try to put myself to sleep
But if I close my eyes, I might weep.
I lay my head down, daring a look
At the darkened night sky sprinkled
With pieces of diamonds and rubies.
Alas, the beauty
Is somewhat temporary…
The Sun will rise in the morning and I ‘ll pay:
I’ll be doomed, living the same day
Again
And again.
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I am a high school student, and I consider myself a lover of the 'black - and- white world'. There's only good and bad. However, sometimes, I so enjoy to stir the lines and see the colors...
What inspired me to write this poem is my own experience of being trapped in a cycle - a vicious one - one that I know everyone has experienced at least once in their life.