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

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

The reader slurs and reads letters in a monotone

she tries to find emotion in the words but fails

miserably at that

Teacher asks an open ended question

we gape at each other, looking for signs of comprehension

someone feigns reflection

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

Away, below it goes.

Happy NaPoWriMo!



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