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.
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