Routine

Routine

A 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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I'm glad you are expressing yourself through your writing. Hope you keep at it ;P

Posted 8 Months Ago


fern

8 Months Ago

Always :)

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