As one phase of life moves on to the next, a string of memories are left behind. A door knob held in the palm, a silent prayer whispered for luck, wishes, and happiness. Years of bargaining fun for freedom now seem worth it, as the promise of college being the best years of life comes to fruition.
Days passed and words piled onto each other, whether rhyming or not, and now the time has come.
With a final silent prayer, an adieu laced with nostalgia for the good times past and those yet to come. Imagining another hand on the knob, a spirited young soul opening the box, peering into the possibilities, promises, and panorama of the future.
DTU Times presents...
ANEMOIA
A soft push, the door creaked
It must have seen better days
The scent of mould, a musky stench
Did the sunrays not come in here?
It must have seen better days
The soft murmurs were nothing but this toll
A cacophony of juxtaposed noises ringing in ear
Some must have laughed, some must have cried
It must have seen better days
The paint has peeled, the wallpaper a sorry sight
The smiling faces, the joy etched in their eyes
Sunny Sundays; a kettle, Maggi, some gossip, some spice
Lonely winters; exams, the grub, the grunge, the grind
It must have seen better days
Alone standing on the threshold, a young heart had fluttered
This was worth a lot of blood, sweat and tears
The passion, the blinding rage, the determination, the cruelling fight
Running for glory, leading the team, toiling, humming, scribbling sometimes
