Requiem

In my head, there's laughter

in between metallic gray lockers

hiding love letters and copied assignments.

There are still silent battles wading

through hallways, sparks just waiting

for a chance to erupt and burn.

In my head, the swings are still

flying a hundred miles per hour.

I can still hear the joyous, clanging creaks 

of seesaws, can still see

castles made of sand or mud or just earth.

Inaudible conversations still melted

the ice cream before the bell rings.

In my head, there are still futures yet to be dreamed

Not bullet-laden bodies lying weightless on floors

Not blood-stained white covers, only Pokemon sheets

Not traumas, not guns clicking

Just swishes of hands being raised or

quickly pulled down of embarrassment

In my head, it was a daydream

In my eyes, a living, breathing nightmare