Everyone (A Poem)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the darker side of sociology. Dreams can too come true!

Submitted: January 07, 2012

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I remember the day that everyone was quiet. 

In the morning as I prepared to be seen, everyone was quiet.  In the mid-morning, when I left for the school campus, everyone was quiet.  Everyone was quiet throughout class, and lunch. As they left for their respective homes, they were quiet.  My mother was quiet.  My father was quiet.  You were quiet.

And, like every day, I was quiet.  And I was content.

The next day, everyone was silent.  Throughout class and throughout the world, everyone was silent.  I was silent as well, as I knew that no matter how much I tried to provoke anyone my efforts would be in vain.  My father was silent.  My mother was silent.  You were silent.

Everyone was silent, and I was content.

The next day, everyone was gone. I silently arose and prepared to be seen, anticipating another silent day.  As I came upon the campus, everyone was gone.  The teachers were gone, the students, the parents at the end of the day.  All the calendars confirmed the date to be Wednesday, and we had no vacation.My mother was gone.  My father was gone.  You were gone.

Everyone was gone, and I was content.

The next day, everyone was forgotten.  I forgot to go to class because I forgot about the teachers, I forgot about the students, I forgot about my homework.  I forgot about my father.  I forgot about my mother.  I forgot about you.

Everyone was forgotten, and I was content.

The next day, I awoke.  


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