15 November 2010

The Repressed Student


Five numbers

Branded on arms--

Which are you?

Numbers necessary

To eat, to pass

Repressed class.


Keys are handed

Heavy and cold--

Not to unlock

But to unload.

Mandatory meetings

Happy moments fleeting.


Classes drag on

Attention wanders--

Discipline is sharp

For tired eyes.

The days drag on

With a weary yawn.


Hope comes

Riding the horizon--

A week of sleep

The chance to escape.

Let's run away

For the holidays.

2 comments:

  1. At first, I thought you were going to write something about the holocaust. Hahah.

    Sometimes school feels like death camp though...

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  2. It was definitely inspired by that. Seriously, our student id numbers are only one digit off from the numbers Jews had tattooed on their arms. And yes, school is a death camp. Thank goodness it's almost the holidays!

    PS--Thanks for all your feedback! :)

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