last days

the last days are always the longest.
no day the whole year through can compare.
they are the boringest, hardest, worstest, of all.
torture for innocent victims.

the chirping of birds and the light summer breeze
makes focusing on schoolwork difficult.
with temptations outside, the walls of cement
are prison cells keeping us in.


the drone of tired teachers trying to cram
a little more knowledge into our brains
before the summer break fills the school.
but no one listens.

stratching fills the room as impatient students
hurriedly finish final projects. just waiting
for the final bell to announce the freedom
we long for.