Undead

Swirling motions

Spots of darkness

A crow circling ahead

There is the crowd of undead

Banging their heads against the desks

Simply tired of taking any tests 

Zombie-like in their protest

Walking slowly

Draging and floating

Darkness swirling 

The air is whirling

The crow circling

Bang, bang, bang

Their heads all shot down

Where's the trumpet's sound

Home at last

Sleeping back on track

Reviews

[poetgurl]

This is so good, enjoyed this write

[Ace Jaxon]

I'm glad you liked it.

[That1Nerd23]

Best! I'm addicted to your writing style!

[Ace Jaxon]

Thank you!

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like high school still sucks.

[Ace Jaxon]

I recently moved schools, and the school I'm at isn't as bad as my old one, but it's still pretty bad.