Corridors from Hell
Poem by: alinaarwen
The bells ring,
Doors swing open.
And then…
A stampede of students rush on out,
The tread of their feet rock the school.
An unintelligible babble of voices,
Bodies pushed and shoved about.
These are the corridors from hell.
Now in their nice straight lines,
Waiting for teachers to arrive.
They take their seats and sit up straight,
Answering questions like what’s 4x8.
The corridors are silent now, not a soul in sight.
The corridors are empty now,
Until the bells ring again.
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