Sonnet 1
The dreadful awakenings in the morning
The repeating days just seem to go by
The piercing light comes on without warning
Sometimes, I just wish those days would all die.
Planning to fail, failing to plan
Forgetting about the long boring notes
The passing of time seems to hurt my hand
The burning ashes of work, seems to float
Without a collar, without any life
So, what is the difference after all?
Without this he’ll have no job, no life.
The teachers, the seem to be appalled
Sometimes I’ll be away day dreaming
Damn it! Wake up! It’s the dead school screaming.
2 comments:
I absolutely enjoyed the use of dark language to get your idea across.
Keep up with the great emotional language.
Hey is school really that bad?
Mohini Nad Geara
This is mine!!!
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