History Class Before Bell

The Joy of Understanding

A Powers
The room is empty.

The desks sit lifeless and pristine

across brown tweed carpet.

There's a scent not unlike cologne,

a strong, heavy hint of masculinity,

in the air.

Everything is so empty-clean.

I am the only living thing here,

the only one to feel the room tingle.

Let me take the class alone,

the only student.

Let the voice of once-was touch me

untainted by snickers and sighs.

I want to be the only one

to soak up the words, the figures,

the life of our past.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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