Walking

Walking… oh, please… don’t notice me…

The ruining corridors of pain…
These hallowed halls of entropy…

What learning ‘pon the blackboard
With vile tutelage in your halls?
Delinquent roving gangs violate your corners.
The squalid gasconade tumbling around me…
Filling my ears…

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Author, D. Denise Dianaty

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“Hands and hearts and minds and voices committed to working for tolerance, peace and social justice everywhere, always. ~MomzillaNC (Poetry also on WordPress)

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