My Ceiling, My Brother

James Callaghan ’25

The darkness surrounds me like an ocean Enveloping me; crashing and screaming. The screams are silent and hidden, Chugging through my head like a train; steaming. My eyes, studying, look to the ceiling. The same familiar sight, each bad night At one time, it was sure unappealing, Blank, shy, a sign the thoughts had won the fght. Now it seems too common ever to fear. The dark night hollers, bringing me comfort, A cold sensation tells me it draws near. The long nights made my ceiling my brother, Never have I been closer to one thing. Come on darkness, let’s see what you will bring!

Drew Cesaratto ’24 and Alsir Elsheikh ’24

We create and change as a whole with us not listening to someone in control.

We do what we please with no one to judge us.

Shattering inside with each piece of our heart containing Pieces of memories that we have confned deep inside.

I want to break down and cry over the pain that’s burning inside.

Within the walls of Prep, there is no place for hate, For the way we act determines our fate.

Hate translates the fate that we so desperately need to create.

Hate truly has no place, for the morals of Prep Will shape but not change our fate.