The Low Volume

lilmoonxx

The teacher’s voice is just background noise,

buried under a bassline I’ve heard a hundred times.

I’m looking at the whiteboard but seeing a stage,

counting down the minutes until the bell

breaks the spell and sends me back

to the real world.

  • Author: Lilmoonxx (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 17th, 2026 07:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: That feeling of being in a room with people but having your own world playing in your ears.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8
  • In collections: Echo.
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  • Friendship

    Nicely said, the feeling of being lost into ones world

  • sorenbarrett

    One's mind retreats into one's own world in the interpretation of another's words. Nicely written



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