It's April now
Days are warmer; longer
Skies a little bluer
White noise encompasses the halls
Talk of the weekend passed
New plans
And an itch for summer
Freedom and sunburns
Late nights and warm sand
New relationships
Old friends
Summer flings
Rejuvinated bodies
They gray of winter
Apparent now only in my heart
Even with the warm sun
The cold stares of everyone
Gives me the chills
A girl laughs
A guy jokes with his friends
One falling over from a shove
Landing in the dirt
I pity his designer jeans
His hundred dollar shoes
His maid will have a hell of a time
Cleaning that stain
The only stain that should matter
Is the one on his soul; cankered spirit
I hope he finds a cure soon
I'd help him up
But I'm so far down
He'd land on me if I tried
No one finds good deeds heroic anyway
Unless the hero was known before the incident
Fourth period commences
I wince; my mind hurts
Sleep was enigmatic last night
Anesthesia for the soul would be useful
I try to understand
A bad story
By a good man
But my mind wanders
Back to warm April breezes
Back to clear skies
Back to routine
And wondering why I don't belong