Seven days

I am released at 2:30pm

From the daily grind.

Friday is the most exhausting

Faces faced – two straight lines.

Filed into class today

Sat in allocated seating

They looked at books, and wall and chairs

Threw some sticks around

And when they finally quietened down

You’d think they’d look at me.

No.  The book, the chair, the cardboard backdrop

But no eye contact with me.

Thus when the bell rang an hour later

Oh the release for me

My shoulders slumped

The stress it left,

Exhaustion in it’s place

Seven days until hell visits again.

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