Peter Dome Poet Free verse

Hell On Wheels School of Doom

School was another word for hell
A place of torment and fear
That I knew so well.

Every night in my bed felt like
A condemned man to be hung
In a Prison cell
The clock ticking away
The fear mounting
Toward the break of day.

I dread the mornings
Because the nightmare was about to begin
And if I'd lived by a river
I'd have jumped right in
But I couldn't swim.

The churning in my stomach
The fear in my head
I just wanted to stay at home
And hide in my bed.

The school bus or 'Hell in wheels''
Was liken taking a trip to Dracula's castle
And to go to school was such a battle
In a war I couldn't win.

I'd be sick in the toilet
And shaking with fear
As time to catch the fear wagon
Was drawing near.

The bus was full of savages
That made St Trinnian's  look very tame
As the school bus shunted
Up the lane.

Eventually we'd arrive at the gates of hell
To the sound of death and doom
From the school bell.

The teachers wore black cloaks
That made them look like bats 
Stood their canes to flog us
And their mortar board hats.

The dark ravens gathered
As in to the dark pit of hell we'd go
Into the torture classes
Where the creature called teachers would grab us
And not let go.

But still they say.''School days are the happiest days of our lives''.





Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.

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Daver Austin April 6, 2016 at 11:04 AM How about an X teacher's view - The happiest day of my life was when I retired, went to the window and watched them go to school, the particular school where a teacher couldn't teach the kids anything, just tried to keep order. I have to admit, though, I hated school when I was a kid too. Good stuff. Congrats on the selection. daver

Vera Duggan May 18, 2015 at 4:50 AM Hi Pete, very well written poem but you might take a look at the 4th lines, second verse, hope you don't mind me pointing this out, take care...........Vera........ Peter Dome May 18, 2015 at 10:34 AM Thank you Vera, what a mistake.looked so rude. best wishes. Pete.

Skat A May 17, 2015 at 11:24 PM In a way they still exist, the happy times from school. However, some of Me will always be traumatized. Luv SK Peter Dome May 18, 2015 at 10:33 AM Thank you Skat. traumatized is the word. when a teacher lets the school kids tie you to a pole and leaves you, I darn't say any more. the only good thing I remember, was when I left school sadly, and watching the girls play hockey. best wishes. Pete.

Tim Smith May 17, 2015 at 10:08 AM Hilarious.... My memories exactly or so I am told....Watching that CLOCK Peter Dome May 17, 2015 at 11:13 AM Thank you Tim. So we were all laid in bed all over the world thinking the same thing. DOOM. ha ha. hope you are ok my friend. take good care Pete. And don't have nightmares this was true.