Not sure what this poem was about but, I remember my instructor at the time really dug this:
Carousing students fill my ears,
The glare of the sun
Beat upon my shoulders,
The feel of concrete beneath my shoes
Old and gray with years,
Peeling paint is everywhere,
Ruined by weather,
But people just don't care
Green and wild
Vines crawling their way
Not caring where it goes,
Having no destination
Weak knees, the
Pounding in my ears,
Blocking out what I want to hear
Everything slowly turns hazy,
Then black and quiet
The gentle breeze
Blows with ease,
Releasing pressure,
Savor the moment
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