will the bell ever ring?

as a child

the school day never ends.

time

stops.

each second is an hour,

the hands

of the clock

are like glaciers

crossing

the ocean. it takes

forever

to melt.

how much longer must

i doodle,

i'm running out

of thoughts.

will that bell ever ring?

and that teacher

at the front

of the room,

pointing, with her marker

in hand,

what are these words

coming out

of her mouth?

i'm lost.