Lockdown poetry
Prefect Millie George has been using lockdown time to exercise her creativity.
Room
The pile of rubbish on my floor
Continues to grow, but I never do anything about it.
Who am I trying to impress
With a clean floor,
A made bed,
A dusted room.
I see the trophy on the ground that I won
Last year.
Last year,
Aged like milk.
I hate this room,
With its big window,
Nothing outside of that window ever moved,
Except for the birds,
And the trees in the wind.
I wish I would clean my room
I wish I would destroy this room
I’ll never get out of this room.
I’ll never do anything in this room.
Though, I always remember to water my plant.