Use your imagination
they whisper
handing me
a pen and paper

I wander through the halls
with paper clutched in hand
sinking down when hearing their
yells
rapidly I come up
with these words:
Imagination is what I have left
Everything gone
The fighting never ends
The yelling
kills me inside
The angry faces
burns me away
Looking up to find the noise has ended
closing the door in my face
My imagination has gone with everything else

crumbled up in the dark