Dunce I didn’t know I could love you this much I didn’t know I could hate you this much I didn’t know how deeply the pain would root into my bones Or that the ache could ever fade Or that I would miss aching That throbbing reminder of lessons learned On days lost Once remembered, but long past clarity I will not talk back in class I will not talk back in class I will not talk… Dunce sits on a dusty stool Cornered alone, sulking In fidgety detention Scribbling things he didn’t learn The clock ticks another tedious minute Long past dismissal Long past the last bus Long past longing Or second chances ___ 2021-09-25 By Doodleslice #poem #poetry #poemsforthesoul #poetrycommunity #poetszone #poetrylovers

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