those supposedly endless -
the ones I may never know.
door, after door, after door,
row, after row, after row
“Choices?”
We have hope.
We cry, We dream
We hunger, We yearn
optimistically, We try, and try, and try
but the knobs jingle a pitying tune
door, after door, after door
lock, after lock, after lock
but nothing more.
“No.”
We have nothing.
but the knobs jingle a pitying tune
door, after door, after door
lock, after lock, after lock
but nothing more.
“No.”
We have nothing.
--Elijah G., 9th-12th Grade.