Going Home
Anarchy symbol
on a frozen glass
right of passage.
Poorly drawn
with a now cold, dirty finger.
This is college?
It was cold,
but not only because he said so.
Empty...
Seems like home
with concrete décor.
A welcomed change of pace
without looking down.
Walking out,
walking in bitter rhythm
with the snow
and the familiar howl,
unlocked.
1 comment:
kI relate, i had a hard time in the first few years of college. It seemed sterile and uncompassionate compared to high school. I think the hardest part was pretending to be an adult.
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