Bound By A Notebook
Poem 1: Stairwell Mishap
The bell rings to dismiss to our third class
And some students head to the lunch room
I put my books in my backpack and leave
Heading down the hall to my history class.
By the time second lunch comes around
There's a broken poptart on my desk
Dusting off the useless crumbs
I get rid of whats left of my mess.
Finally third lunch bell rings
And I'm already out the door
My stomach growling harshly
As I head down to the cafeteria.
Stopping at Stairwell 4, I sigh
Those people from second lunch
Are coming up as those for third
Have to fight just to walk down.
I walk into the cafeteria
And head towards one of the lines
Despite two lunch areas
The lines will extend quickly.
As I get my food and punch in I shake my head to get rid
My 4-digit lunch number
I sit down at an empty table
And wonder what happens
When 4th comes down..
Of the thoughts in my head
And pray when the bell rings
We don't encounter stairwell mishap.
I shake my head to get rid