A "Place" Poem

In my creative writing class my teacher gave us Friday off of class in order to go somewhere for an hour and observe everything around us to write a "place" poem. I was sick on Friday and so I spent quite a bit of time in the bathroom at UVU. Thus this poem. A note, this is not a rhyming poem, as apparently no one even does that anymore. Poems seem to be all about prose instead of rhyme. Anyway, without further ado, here is my poem.

Diarrhea in a Public Restroom

The blue walls of my stall closed in on me

Imprisoning me,

They sought to hold me,

But they had no power to keep me there.

What truly held me was the feeling deep

Deep in my stomach.

I had never wanted to be here,

Especially like this.

Number two in a public restroom

Was on my bottom ten list.

Making it worse, the flow just wouldn't stop

The pain in my belly would not be satisfied,

No matter how much was expelled.

My distress increased

As I heard people come and go.

I knew that they could smell it

The moment they walked in

And that it made their trip,

Their quest for relief,

Something akin to torture.

There is a fan above me

Meant to suck away such smells,

But its power is paltry

When compared

To what my colon can do.

Finally a reprieve

My stomach pain ends

And sets me free

But unfortunately I know

That by days end,

I’ll be back.