Seven days before Hell visits again

I am released at 2:30pm

From the daily grind.

Friday is the most exhausing!

Faces faced.

In two straight lines.

They filed into class today

And sat in allocated seating.

They looked at books, and wall and chairs,

And 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

After serious acting time.

My shoulders shank

The stress, it left,

Exhaustion in it’s place

But most of all the relief of release

and the knowledge that it will be

Seven days before hell visits again.