Driven Mad By Time

In this room I am suffocating

the walls, the desks, the floor, the boards

are all a varying shade of cream

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Twisting the ring around my finger

Maybe it’s what’s closing me off

I pull it off but my breath is still

caught within the depths of me

nothing comes out

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The reader slurs and reads letters in a monotone

she tries to find emotion in the words but fails

miserably at that

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Teacher asks an open ended question

we gape at each other, looking for signs of comprehension

someone feigns reflection

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All I can hear is the tick tock of time grinding slowly past

Away, below it goes.

Happy NaPoWriMo!

– WWC