Poem

This is the very first poem I will be writing. It is about a student walking into the staff room.


The Staff Room

Timid like a small rat
I enter the dangerous room
with all eyes facing me
and a cleaner with a broom

My heart is jumping fast
eyes focusing at homework
the teacher starts screaming at me
I regret doing all the housework

With a sword in his hand
hacked his way towards me
feeling very scared
why is it me?

Wishing to turn back
with no possibility
the teacher approach me
I feel with no ability

The fire blast burns my hair
attack with deadly aim
pulling out his shotgun
he continued his game

Tears start falling down
hoping for his forgiveness
he pats my shoulder, comforting me
luckily he still have some kindness