
i awoke
in an old, abandoned school;
i didn’t
recognize the building itself,
but the old wooden floors
seemed oddly familiar.
i called
out for a teacher to help,
any teacher,
but they’d left long ago–
and i am yet a fool.
i walked
down a road, unpaved;.
i didn’t
recognize the road itself,
but i knew i’d been there.
i called
out for a god to help,
any god,
but they’d left long ago–
and i am yet unsaved.
–photo by me
I’m a teacher and a believer. That was a damn good poem. ā¤
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Thank you! I think being a teacher would be so hard!
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Thank you very much!
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This is a powerful poem, Michael!
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Thank you, Susan, I’m glad you like it!
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Beautiful poem inspired by that building Michael. Sending unconditional love and heavenly light. š
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Thanks, Shelly! A good photo is often the inspiration I need
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Very profound words, Sir.
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Thank you very much! It’s michael…lol
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