Monday, February 17, 2014

poem

I hear the  beep 
but i just want to go back to sleep
an early morning drive 
it feels like it is five
walking though the hallway 
just not ready for another day 
another long week 
not ready for the week 
into another class
just waiting for it to pass
wanting it to end 
ready for the weekend 
it will never come soon 
it is only noon 

just waiting for the bell 


woods runner pg 3-67 2hrs 


2 comments:

  1. I love this poem. This is exactly how I always feel in the morning.

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  2. That is how i always feel in the morning. It is a terrible feeling.

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