******
****** ******
Thousands of captives.
Trapped. Like I. Bound-
To seats.
3 Feet apart.
By invisible chains.
Forced to confess. Faced with stress.
Emotional, mental, maybe physical.
Forced to against will.
Faced with time.
The sounds-
Scratching.
Painful etching.
Carving into ivory sheets.
Painful work, thy fingers die
But all know it's either that or I.
Sweeping scraps.
Weeping rags.
Off the desk.
"THUD"-
Torture
Sickening torture.
Stuck, can do no longer.
Take a minute's break.
All Captors stare.
As if saying.
"Beware"
Captors-
In this
small room.
Captors, Aisles they strut.
Awaiting a **** list in hand.
Should anyone defy.
Should anyone lie.
Captors shall.
destroy lives.
with that pen.
in hand.
One-
Comrade
Forth thee.
Silent protest.
A slip of paper in hand's rest.
Some reference. Glances.
Captor passes.
Gone. Forever Gone.
I've seen him, last.
sent on-
Out.
Possibly for torture.
To spill his guts and to confess.
Accomplices, if any.
None at best.
Countdown-
****** clock moves slow.
As if it was tuned back by purpose.
All watching.
Gaze fixed;
hope-
curse-
5 minutes to go.
The race begins. Last to finish.
Never ever had a good end.
Thy weapon in hand.
Stronger than sword.
Carve words.
****
"STOP"
Presiding captor shouts.
Time flies when you're having fun.
Time flies when you want to run.
All stop as if en cue.
Inspection time.
Is due-
Collection.
Passing of works. Up forth rows.
But there I am. Screaming.
**** **** ****
Life is up.
There goes.
My future-
Elated faces.
All round.
For they now longer bound.
To their chairs.
Smiles fill the air.
"Run along".
Captors declare.
All flee.
but I stood there
Thinking.
Mom I'm sorry. I'm getting an F.
But I knew I did my best.
I might just pass this.
****** test.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
******
****** ******
Thousands of captives.
Trapped. Like I. Bound-
To seats.
3 Feet apart.
By invisible chains.
Forced to confess. Faced with stress.
Emotional, mental, maybe physical.
Forced to against will.
Faced with time.
The sounds-
Scratching.
Painful etching.
Carving into ivory sheets.
Painful work, thy fingers die
But all know it's either that or I.
Sweeping scraps.
Weeping rags.
Off the desk.
"THUD"-
Torture
Sickening torture.
Stuck, can do no longer.
Take a minute's break.
All Captors stare.
As if saying.
"Beware"
Captors-
In this
small room.
Captors, Aisles they strut.
Awaiting a **** list in hand.
Should anyone defy.
Should anyone lie.
Captors shall.
destroy lives.
with that pen.
in hand.
One-
Comrade
Forth thee.
Silent protest.
A slip of paper in hand's rest.
Some reference. Glances.
Captor passes.
Gone. Forever Gone.
I've seen him, last.
sent on-
Out.
Possibly for torture.
To spill his guts and to confess.
Accomplices, if any.
None at best.
Countdown-
****** clock moves slow.
As if it was tuned back by purpose.
All watching.
Gaze fixed;
hope-
curse-
5 minutes to go.
The race begins. Last to finish.
Never ever had a good end.
Thy weapon in hand.
Stronger than sword.
Carve words.
****
"STOP"
Presiding captor shouts.
Time flies when you're having fun.
Time flies when you want to run.
All stop as if en cue.
Inspection time.
Is due-
Collection.
Passing of works. Up forth rows.
But there I am. Screaming.
**** **** ****
Life is up.
There goes.
My future-
Elated faces.
All round.
For they now longer bound.
To their chairs.
Smiles fill the air.
"Run along".
Captors declare.
All flee.
but I stood there
Thinking.
Mom I'm sorry. I'm getting an F.
But I knew I did my best.
I might just pass this.
****** test.
It's really difficult to put exact words into prose. I find it much easier to use a metaphor and a poem instead. As this poem unravels I really hope readers can feel the anguish I'm trying to bring across. I also tend to add a stylish visual to my poem in this case to depict structureness and the rigidity of tests. Hope you like it. :)