Until that day--
to wipe away the tears,
to face the world as I may,
to succumb to all my fears..
Nothing to say,
Nothing to be done,
I live merely to decay,
to waste to an object of none.
Catharsis...
A poem of rhyme.
A poem of nonsense.
Three minutes of so-called time.
Until that day--
how I shall wait,
Kiss the high school days away..
And relieved to finally be a graduate..