night-class hunt
The terror of forgetting a word, amplified by classroom predators.
Frozen silent, all words depart In this cold dark room, beats– my heart a hunt begins. One desperate plea Small, invisible, be Sun– soleil a misleading ray brain clutter and corners, my mind decay Fox-girls whisper, greedy eyes Glazed stares of death, a hunter’s highs Orange, laranja, a dead desire Sunset – the word a barren fire Moon – its lua some mocking light Rabbit’s fresh fear, locked in sight Dying slow, In starlight glow Teacher’s stare, Spectator’s chair Teeth reach for my throat, –Sol! Light surges, breaking through sol Respite granted, life anew sol Cheeks flushed, a sudden grace O sol nascente, finding place Basking in golden victory Small and trivial, but for me, Escaped to the glade, a triumphant dream. _______________________________________
This poem isn't just about forgetting a word; it's about the intense pressure of feeling observed and judged. The 'Spectator's chair' and the 'fox-girls' symbolize those critical eyes that amplify our insecurities. We've all felt that pressure, whether it's in a classroom or a situation where we're expected to perform. Can you relate to the feeling of being watched and judged?
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