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   What Used To Be

I blink my eyes and focus,
Blurry photographs,
Of what used to be.

Desks marred with foot marks,
Blaring trumpet voices,
What used to be.

Luminous, streaking bulbs,
Flat planks of cement covered in paper chunks,
What used to be.

Vertical chocolate appendages,
Cluttered with square decorations,
What used to be.

Grinning, glowing, oval ghosts,
Sounding their trumpets,
What used to be.

Dictator peers,
Lectures on knowledge that make no sense,
What used to be.

Rectangular pathways,
Reflecting vertical features,
What used to be.

Yellow bumblebees bees,
Waiting for their passengers,
What used to be.

Gymnasium of sweat,
Streaks of noir,
What used to be.

An informations paradise,
Books grabbed and cherished,
What used to be.

Cafe of young folks
Gatherings of anyone who consumes,
What used to be.

Music of the soul,
Notes streaming out as waterfalls,
What used to be.

Lockers of candy boxes,
Teams logos and shoelaces,
What used to be.

For what used to be,
Was cherished,
What used to be,
Was yesterday's salvation and today's sorrow.
What used to be were memories.

by A. H., Old Orchard Beach, ME


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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