by Anna Pierce (8th)
A place to learn
Things to earn
School, a place so bright
Shining an everlasting light
Yet in that flame there is a little corner
Ever so dark
In that corner I’m always searching for a spark
Just a tiny ember to arise
But every time even a flicker emerges
The darkness overpowers and it submerges
Every time that corner takes hold
I can feel the pounding of my heart
Like a poison dart
In that little corner
Is the mourner