Someday,
The long corridors
Will erode away
In the sea.
The text books of old age
Will float past me.
Historians will wonder
What led us to this,
To such an institution,
We must have no sense.
And while underwater,
They’ll study the classrooms
They figure that led us
To the day of dooms.
The cafeteria will look strange.
They’ll assume that’s where alien meetings were arranged.
They’ll look at the gym
And wonder, “why so small?”
For theirs was once the mall.
They’ll go out to the parking lot
And heave a sigh
For now they know
This too is where they’ll die.
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I wrote this in my high school creative writing class, and it still makes me laugh. So, I hope you can see it through a high schooler’s eyes and laugh, too.
About the Creator
Hillery D. Keefer
Hi! ^_^
My name is Hillery, with an 'e.' Nice to meet you. I'm new here but I've been writing poetry and flash fiction since I was a child. I like to write in the way that I think, so I guess it's kind of stream-of-consciousness at times.
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