The Locker

The cold crowded custard colored locker
Was a prison
With an unwelcoming look.
Crammed with overused text books so packed it could burst
Surrounded by rushing bodies.
Exhausted by the days end.
When summer comes there's a lonely feeling,
Like a single fish in a tiny bowl.




Turcotte, Jennifer."Yellow Locker."27 April 2009.Picture. fhspoetry2009. April 27 2009.