Time

Time passes

but it stands still.

We’re waiting and

watching plain walls.

Gazing.

Forever time.

It stands too still,

I’m trapped in time.

The children scream

and they throw off

the teacher.

The lesson stops.

Time starts again.

I don’t want to be

mixed in here.

The teacher leaves

and they are

victorious.

What a mess. Why am I here?

ShadowSpirits ‘05