SCHOOL

Locked in Colditz
Down in a cell.
Walking through the dungeons,
Just Like hell.
Teachers watching out for me.
When will this torture end?
Screeching! Of the blackboard.
It drives me round the bend.

Disinfectant in the toilets.
Sawdust on the floor.
Smell of vomit makes me sick.
I’m retching more and more.
Fighting in the corridors.
Screaming in the class.
Paper balls go flying past.
Just need this time to pass.

Bully boys are waiting,
To push me against the wall.
They throw my books onto the floor.
They make me feel so small.
Noises in the playground.
It’s time for fun and play.
Kicking footballs with my mates.
The nicer part of day.


Staring at the wall clock.
Wishing the hours would pass away.
Teacher throwing chalk at me.
“Pay attention boy, or you’ll pay!”
Text books at the ready.
Some more boring stuff to learn.
My books so clean and tidy,
Must be the start of term.

My textbook just full of emptiness.
The constant echoes in my head.
I have no need to listen
So I stare at walls instead.
Teacher asks a question
But I ignore it once again.
Too many senses, its overload
Can’t handle it. Oh my brain!

The girls just sit and giggle.
The boys just lark about.
I’ll just sit here silently.
I’ll be quiet and figure it out.
If I shout, they’ll all hear me.
I can’t deal with all the stares.
Then I’ll stumble over words,
And watch while they all glare.

Praying for the day to end.
Waiting for that bell.
Thinking of the fun I’ll have,
Once I’ve left this living hell.
Brrrrrrring! There it goes.
The happiest part of the day.
Now to get home quickly.
Unwind, have fun and play.

It’s bedtime now. I’m anxious.
What will tomorrow bring?
The same old junk as yesterday.
That prison cell….so dim.
I hate to think of tomorrow.
Would rather be home in bed.
It really hurts when you’re lonely.
Everyday just fills you with dread!






Copyright LAWRENCE SHAVE 02/10/2024