Sitting in class
Watching the clock tick by
Looking through the glass
Watching the clouds in the sky.

Anxious for class to be done
Sitting in my uncomfortable desk
Searching the clouds for the sun
I am finished, unlike the rest.

I close my eyes as I yawn
Waiting in silence for the beel to ring
Wake me at dawn
When the birds sing.

Waiting for the lunch bell
The silence-unbearable
To me, this is hell
My train of thought-terrible.

About to sleep
The bell shrills in my ear
From my seat I creep
Ro the cafeteria that is near.

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Ah. This poem was written in math class. I wasn't doing my math like I was supposed to do. My math teacher just doesn't get why I write so much in class...Oh well. He is a math teahcer after all. This is one of my sillier works, with little to no meaning.