9th grader William Chaney expresses his thoughts in a poem.
Night by day, I’ll be pushing past the wall
Fight my way through, but still it stands tall
Try as I may, it kills me to give up all the
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lies. They say my name, they constantly call
Pushing past the wall to get out the fire.
No window. It stands tall, but I’ll give it my entire
It seems so stuck. I’m like a twig in a bike.
I’m stuck in this room, ’till a bit of the roof begins to fall.
It seems like good luck; I’ll make it through tonight
I’m out of eternal doom
I’m no longer pushing past the wall.
