Students slump into the dull, gray room
Looking around, they see nothing but gloom
In the stone seats that they sit in
Uncomfortable and bare
They're expected to be upright
A stack of papers lie at the tips of your fingers
slowly clasping them, mind seeming to linger
no way to grasp
these never ending words
placed on a bold, white canvas.
A student raises his hand, the teacher without a care
looking at her cell phone with an effervescent stare.
Arm getting tired, hope of an answer wasting away
school is a place for knowledge, and that message is fading every day.