Reminiscence | a poem

Its the last week of school,

but I’m still a fool.

Still thinking about the things we do,

with the ocassional drool.

You were always by my side,

protecting me from the light,

that burned me so bad that I wanted to fight,

not physically but internally,

to force myself to step into uncertainty.

A world’s worth of work,

but I’m always in my own world spinning wildly,

getting dizzy.

Constant trips to the ideal,

always trying to find the seal,

that seals the entrance back to reality.

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