~The Next Generation~
its quiet all around
not a soul to be found
a hush
and
a whisper
fall upon these halls
no more
bouncing basket balls
just silence
this doesn't make sense
I feel so
stressed
and
tense
school is supposed
to be loud
with trophies in front
showing there proud
but this school is dark
it has left its mark
a single tiger
at the front of school
the kids used to think
that it was cool
but they grew up
and left the halls cold
they got bigger and bigger
and soon became old
leaving the school
broken down
waiting
for the next generation
poem by No Reason To Care
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