Locker 49

by Ruthie   Dec 17, 2005


It sits on it's own
locker 49
rusty and brown
nothing fine

With slits down the front
graffiti as it's art
a squeaky door
a genuine old fart

yet to me
priceless gold
the slits more like windows
making me bold

cram in my books
but don't close it yet
i peep through those slits
at the guy I've never met

As he comes closer
I close the door
bow my head
expect nothing more

the jeers of others
taunting my weakness
take it in my own way
they mistake it 4 meekness

far from the truth
I'm seething inside
they don't see
the future where I abide

stand in line
I hate the food here
I hear a voice behind
it's the boy I hold dear

this i can't stand
more than their lies
the one person I love
the only one with those eyes

doesn't even see me
walks right by
his ignorance
makes me want to die

eyes lowered I rush past
risk a glance
he just stares and
watches me dance

stepping on toes
I weave in and out
holding back tears
try to block their shouts

my old friend's here
locker 49
I collapse beside it
knowing it's mine

as I take control
I hear a sound
startled I look up
but he's on the ground

A quirky smile
with those dreamy eyes
the boy who leaves
behind all other guys

before I can speak
get to my feet
he puts up his hand
my silence complete

I see the tears u cry
I see the pain
everyday my heart aches
cause I can't break your chain

it's around your heart
you don't know how to trust
don't be ashamed
for I know you must

guard your precious soul
from those who fear you
but if you won't trust me
than when and who?

will you be consumed
by hate and anger
fall into a world
fraught with danger

sobs shake my body
he can't understand
he can't hope to know
yet still he holds my hand

He holds me now
and whispers in my ears
my past slips and slides
away with my tears

I hear a giggle
and the dream fades away
replaced by reality
I'm here in today

the teacher stands
in front of me
stern and frowning
ever so deeply

with a sigh
I start to write
as tears fall
impossible to fight

my hand shoots up
I choke out I'm sick
run to my locker
give it a kick

suddenly he says
I said no more tears
shocked I turn
banish my fears

cause it wasn't a dream
he was here all along
holding me close
making me strong

Locker forty-nine
looks on as they kiss
it sighs a long sigh
for this long waited bliss

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  • 18 years ago

    by Tammie

    Woah.. this is the first poem i've read of yours, and definately won't be the last. that was amazing. great storyline, and kept me interested until the end. great job.

  • 18 years ago

    by stargirl49

    I LOVE IT!!!! It's def. one of your best works. :) it also reminds me of my freshman year locker. well, that would be this year. lol .ttyl.
    maggie

  • Wowowowow.
    THAT WAS LONG.
    lol. but i didnt fall asleep!!
    it was brilliant.

  • 18 years ago

    by Amanda

    Wow!!!!! This is a great, flowing, tender, sweet poem, I don't know what more can I say! WOW! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Ariana

    This is definately original, I'm glad it had a nice ending! My favourite stanza was the last one, it was just really sweet and I liked the idea of bringing the locker to life. Nice write :)