RoutineA Poem by fern
I like routine.
I have routine. I have a tuna sandwich for lunch every day. I get up at 8:15 every day. I have a timetable. And I have rules. I have technology twice. Monday, woodwork. Thursday, computing. Sometimes Thursday is woodwork. It feels wrong. I'm not prepared for this. Someone bangs a hammer. Someone saws wood. Someone yells. Someone uses a machine. Someone laughs. Someone says something. I can't think. I turn my music louder. I concentrate on the song. I mouth the lyrics. I shut my eyes. But the noise is still there. Louder. Louder. Louder. It's too loud. I'm drowning in the noise. I can't breathe. Louder. Louder. The bell rings. Theres silence. I open my eyes. Everyone's gone. I hang my apron up. I should be at my next class by now. This feels wrong. It's not my usual routine. © 2024 fern |
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