Friday, 26 April 2013

Poem 122- The most horrifying thing


The most horrifying thing

Today multiple shocking and surprising things happened
Some of which I was in charge of.
Life continues to heap mountain and valley of horrific anomalies that
as we cannot expect them direct us slowly towards madness.
As I packed the over £1000 worth of beautiful teaching resources and children’s book I have purchased.
Leaving me with an un-fillable hole in my curriculum, wallet and soul in to a taxi bound for my empty house, am I effected most by the hair dressing salon that took place in my classroom, the amount of children that cried today for a thousand hot weather reasons or the way in which I was patronized by a bonifide mad person?

What horrifies me the most is that you un-friended me. On a social media website leaving me covering my face as I un-pack the books I brought to inspire them and imbue life in to a room with no light and no cold. 

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