Caged


The classroom is my self-imposed prison.

A cage.
Through the bar, I see
rain
dance to the song of wind
but here
i shiver in the music
of silence.
Beyond the door, I hear
chatter
gossip
sweettalk
of schoolmates;
and my friends beckon
but I smile,
content to stay,
in the cage
with the bars
and the door
and the key
in my palm.

For this recess,
I split my pants.


[chan]:: Yep, it's true. I split my pants, it was pouring outside and I was writing this poem. [Zz.]