
He looked around him
at the wreckage of his classroom,
Recoverable and fixable, just the debris of war….
Once again another meltdown that had to be restrained;
Once again, the signs had been there,
and his foresight and experience shone through
and made the way to safety for an innocent soul
who had no control nor any vendetta
against those around him;
just the demons in his mind.
Oh, I like this! A look into the dark side of one’s mind. Intriguing piece and excellent take on the prompt! Thank you so much for joining in.
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wonderful insight, wonderfully expressed
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Thank you!
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Thank you!!
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