Every School Bully

I’m here again.

It’s that time of day again.

Time for school.

Time for fears.

And that feeling,

that sickening tide

washes over me –

drowns any courage I had.

I’m down again,

on the ground again.

Blood dumping dearly –

nowhere to hide.

Time for pain.

Time for slain.

He’s here again.

It’s his time to stray again.

Time for cruel.

Time for tears.

And that feeling,

that bullying side

sloshes over him –

drowns any honour he had.

He’s up again,

on a high again.

Blood pumping freely – a source of pride.

Time for gain.

Time for vain.

No refrain.

No stopping his train.

2024

I don’t really know where this came from. I think it’s one of those where the first line or two come and then the rest just seems top follow. It was first called, ‘No Stopping his Train’ and it’s been read out at poetry meetings too with positive feedback. I have edited it to improve the rhyme and rhythm and I like it.

PUBLISHED on Ticket to Scariness at The Poetry Express.