The Halls

I wrote this poem in highschool after reading "The Bells" by Poe. My highschool was much too small and always crowded, so this poem was inspired by the daily chaos of going to class.

 

The seconds seem to stretch-

At 8:54.

When some 200 toes,

Turn toward the corridor.

 

The walls, walls, walls,

Of the halls, halls, halls,

Where the lockers make us

All feel unusually

 

WIDE.

 

That we bump from side to side

On a crowded bobbing ride

For five minutes after fifty

Every Monday Tuesday Wednesday

In a vicious dizzy frenzy

Where we know we will collide

 

With the walls, walls, walls,

Of the halls, halls, halls,

Where risqué PDA

Couldn’t wait for empty stalls.

 

In the kamikaze clatter

They don’t see the papers scatter

That they tatter

While they chatter

That the latter

Doesn’t matter

 

O the walls, walls, walls

Of the halls, halls, halls,

 

Hear the slamming

And the cramming

And the ramming

Prentice Halls

And the clanging

And the banging

When it all falls, falls

 

O the walls, walls, walls,

Of the halls, halls, halls,

 

See the tromping

And the romping

And the stomping

In the brawls

 

And the chanting

And the ranting

And the panting

That enthralls

 

Oh the walls, walls, walls,

Of the halls, halls, halls

On a mission coalition

Full of dolls, dolls, dolls.

 

How they deeter and they dotter

Floating flies in sugar water

And their fingers long and slender

Tracing painted blocks of cinder

 

On the walls, walls, walls

Of the halls, halls, halls,

Halls, halls, halls,

Halls, halls, halls.

The End

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