Student Publishing Program ::

Eric Chew

Lost

Gate B10, as discordant as Wall Street.
Everyone moving frantically,
like the apocalypse is near.

But here I stand,
lost like a compass without its magnet.
No direction, no purpose.

As she departs,
the loudspeakers pierce
my heart.

“Flight 1777 is now boarding.”

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]