an old desk
thrown against the wall
and shattered like the child
that once sat in it with glory

in an old house
stained with fear and hate
that singes the senses
with secrets stored
in stairways and carpets

down in it’s belly
a den of education
with others now piled up
and forgotten in a corner
like the children in their glory
shattered against the wall

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3 months, 1 week ago by Nick K.