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.
At first, I thought you were going to write something about the holocaust. Hahah.
ReplyDeleteSometimes school feels like death camp though...
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!
ReplyDeletePS--Thanks for all your feedback! :)