Silent Hill: Dismember The Days
Poem 30: Midwich, The School With A Child
Pit, pat
I hear their feet run down the halls
Yes, no
They argue with their teacher's calls
This, that
They never seem to want to share
Sort of, I don't know
And they never seem to really care…
Open, close
The lockers are slammed shut
Ah man, oh no
They think the teachers ruin their fun
Who's that, who knows
A new student enters the rowdy classroom
Go away, just go
They call her a witch who had lost her broom…
Scribble, scribble
She draws strange pictures on her desk
Sad, lame
Even her teachers laugh at her best
Pathetic, pitiable
No one truly understands her at all
No face, no name
Just a lone pit, pat down the hall…
Fragile, frail
Her quiet anger turns to forsaken rage
Unlocked, unleashed
She lets her identity out of its cold cage
Heartache, blood-spill
She chastises and she shows them a real witch
Forbidden, incomplete
The new student wallows in what she did…
Pit, pat
I haven't heard their feet in a while
This, that
Midwich, the school with a child…
END: POEM THIRTY
This was a request
(Author's Note)
I know the title isn't the best I could have come up with. But for some reason, it just made the poem work. So, I kept it!