Time for another high school poem I found while packing for China! Oh, creative writing…I remember you. This poem was written, according to the scrawling across my paper, in February of my junior year. I don’t know why I was in such a summery mood.
The room is bright,
Not by man’s light–
But daylight–seeping in.
It reminds me of lying there in bed
Being told sloth is a sin.
The sunlight drips down folded curtain;
Gateway to my mind.
In this tired summer afternoon
Dull winter’s far behind.
In the valleys of the curtain cloth
My soul rests in glory splendor–
Relaxes and lies, shrinks in size–
To the shadow’s sweet surrender.
I know not what tomorrow brings
Or what yesterday’s left behind
I only know the curtain’s filled
With shadows of my mind.
I only know, the room grows dim
And glows in fading hues.
I only know that day will die
And ‘morrow be renewed.
I only know I sit alone,
Sunlight seeping towards my core.
And I only know that dripping sunlight
Fades the curtain more.