i bore away at these walls.

old concrete

made brittle by seasons

passed.

the holes bear no answer.

the broken tiles

sitting disheveled on the floor

smile like a mouth filled with broken

teeth.

they have been made obsolete

before term.

the won't even be replaced.

they are just futile.

they don't matter

in the grand scheme.

they don't even matter

in the small scheme.

they don't matter at all.