A Lightless Room
Studying the walls
On a late night
Starting to fight
Sleep
Chatter splattered
The floor
Much the way
Her temple set in
But these disciples
Ran the cracks
Stained the floor
Like bleeding murals
Oh how quiet
The halls sink
She’s drowning
In a picture painted
The sun is rising
Measuring a caution
The halls, oh how the halls
Splatter with chatter
A thread of black
Sewing the voices
With no intention
Of repair, creeps
Dappled with familiarity
Many only of name
Yet all bearing down
With a certainty
But as the seats are filled
Before the bell rings
We never quite knew
Anyone else as well
We were all a friend
If for our own benefit
So that shadow
The class knew so well
Is no longer cast
In a lightless room
And now the halls hold
More than numbered doors
But a timeless echo
Of a selfish chatter
