Trapped

Bell rings. Chairs screech as they are Pushed back. Students rush out Escaping the confines Of the room. Only I remain, Lost in my suffering. My head is resting On my arm, My eyes closed. I am somewhere between Sleep and Life, Stuck; Overcome with the Puzzle That is life. The teacher at the desk Says something to me. He is only a few feet away, Yet his voice sounds So far. I tell myself to Go; get out of this desk, Out of this room. Something is not clicking, though. Some wire is connected to The wrong outlet. I am physically unable To move, To live.