Class disarray

A teacher stands in despair

Another student leaves noisily

A chaos of restless bodies

Another question marks

The crowd lacking the listening skill

The same answer is given the hundredth time

A teacher stands in despair

Observing unruly class

Observing the disintegration of own soul

A shadow paces across the floor

The torturous hour is over

Another unlearned lesson done for the day

A shadow paces across the floor

To fading into oblivion.

February 19, 2020

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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3 Responses to Class disarray

  1. This would be me teaching ninth grade English at York Academy. Lasted two years.

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