30 Seconds

By Taylor Mullin

Sitting, slouching,
Fingers drumming,
Twitching, humming.

Clock is ticking,
Me watching,
The teacher’s talking,
Am I listening sort-of,
But her voice is more like
White noise at this point,
No longer meaningful,
Sound.

Tick, tock,
Tick
Tock.
The seconds seem to grow
Slower.

Twitching , anxious
So ready to run,
Hungry for freedom,
If only the bell would
Ring.