• The drone continues relentless, dulled
    in my absence.
    A shuffle of paper
    and a muffled cough.

    My eyes don’t see unfocused green life
    through the portal.
    The distorting mist
    is what holds my attention.

    Through the glass barrier the downpour
    soaks my face.
    I clear it away
    and try to hide beneath.

    A shrill bell signals the end, brings me back,
    and we march.
    Routines drilled in
    we comply as ever.

    Our short free time comes around
    others relish.
    Half-heartedly
    I comply as ever.

    A cold brick wall corner makes for
    my comfortable habit.
    Dark shadows run
    exited at my feet.

    Wind attempts to tug me away
    I will stay firm.
    Contemplations taunt me
    no reason comes to mind.

    One more class would be no less
    than torture.
    Cheery attempts
    seem inane.

    Isolation and whispers to a girl
    they can’t understand.
    Nor can I
    but no one knows.

    Who could understand this though
    some psych?
    A tangled mess
    impenetrable.

    Cold and sharp, metallic pins p***k
    My bare skin.
    I stare up
    it stings my face.

    Lost once more to the mist
    drifting down.
    I find solace
    i feel free.