Bleak school

Coming upon the school
disorganized parking lot of a school
haphazard and neglected, misdirected fuss
somewhere grey but light enough to have us

Half planted garden bed
quaint in it's attempt
at being mis-shapen as a pear
Paths leading nowhere

stairways to crisis
the walls screamed forgive us
A concrete world is hard against our flesh
But gives us an elegant illusion of certainty

Euphoric youth protests, their naiivety haunts and plays
Once quelled, pretend friends are made at the welcoming driveway
of the empty school with a masters course in fake
hands were shaken and false old souls awakened

It was like perfect strangers rather
forcing themselves to recognize each other
alas alas you are all a space of wall
one day you will become nothing more
than a blank for crude graffiti and scrawl