Afternoon In School

When will the bell ring, and that is the endless question?
How long have they tugged the leash, for us to be apart
of my pack of Misfits: I cannot start to handle
then again on a strange sense of knowledge of love and hate, 
I can’t haul them and urge them to move.
I can’t endure this much longer.
Of the books that lie: and I get a full three score
Of several insults that are blotted on pages and scrawl
Of lovely work that they have offered me.
I am sick, and tired more than anyone here
upon the wood stacks working horridly.


And shall I take one step at a time
For the last heap is on my soul
Till I rouse my awkwardness’ it will take a fire to consume
Their dose of indifference, and burn the scroll
Of their insults and punishment? - I will not endure!
I will not waste myself to hurt for them,
Not all for them shall the fires of my life be hot,
For myself I became a heap of ashes, where I sleep
Should I have raked the embers clear: I will keep
Some of my strength for myself, for if I should never sell
It to them, I should hate them -
- I will sit and wait for the bell.