Consuming Boredom - Poem by Louise McVicar
This classroom is a torture chamber
I am unable to escape.
It's so cold outside but inside's a feeling I can't take.
I can't sit still, I cannot draw
I cannot write, not any more.
Boredom. It consumes.
Frustration just like fumes, I inhale them.
Now and then I know that I have simple got to go
leave this room, leave this scene
If I don't I'll have to scream!
It hones in on me, makes me squirm.
Knowledge evades me like a worm
That wriggles and wriggles away from a bird.
I do not hear a single word.
This voice does drone and I concede
this lesson progresses with achingly slow speed.
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