One from the Vaults

Here's a Poem from the vaults. I wrote this, what seems like a long time ago, in an English Literature Lecture not to far away I knocked this poem out somewhat unconsciously. I actually managed to write this poem without being aware of it. So here it is.....The Learner!

The Learner



He sits, trapped,
No escape,
Surrounded by noise,
White as snow!


The words, they rain a tattoo,
A tattoo of monotony,
Flooding his ears,
‘Reinforcement’ an empty word,


His heart yearns,
Needing interest,
Needing fulfilment,
‘Reinforcement’ still and empty word,


New words, new work,
His ears starved, greedy for more,
He can’t get enough,
Joyous times ahead?


He sits engrossed,
No end,
Surrounded by words,
Heavy as anvils,


He need yearn no more!