Quiet Ties

[Hannibal]

Carts rumble by
Breaking the moderate silence of the room,
Filled only by the booming voice of the instructor,
and the tinging of seat springs that have long been
-pushed to their limits.

Heads bob up and down in front of me
As if fighting this invisible fairy with nothing but their forehead as a weapon.
But I know there's no fairy,
no fairy at all.
Just heat, and silence - and that booming voice.
All of which mix - making it hard to stay alive.
Perhaps just awake.

The carts rumble on what seems to be a tight schedule.
When I glance up to show my attentive nature,
and my ears listen for what he speaks,
They begin their unending rumble.
Moving on to wherever it is they're going,
But never quite there.

The fairy has come to give me my rounds now,
but unlike others in the class,
I am weak for her - easy prey.
And I fall into the endless abyss
Waking only at the thought of falling to the not so endless floor.
My jump startles no one, and I'm alone in the room again.
Just the creaky springs, the silence, and the booming voice.
It's almost time to go home.
Excitement creeps over me -
I smile for the first time -
as if I understand.

[Fliptastic29]

I like it. Very well worded. My question,
is this an occasion in class?

[Hannibal]

of course it is.
hehehe, i think everyone can relate to that one...
when you're "just hangin on"