Slump

Haven't done math homework for three weeks. needless to say, I've tried but my body can do nothing but give up on that subject...

We sit around the table,

dead eyes

with a table-flipping

"f**k this s**t" attitude. 

Smart students

in advanced classes

with too little sleep,

only a few minutes of free time

and a mindset that lets them forget to eat.

We sit dead as each word we write is bullshit.

Days fall of useless busywork

from snarky teachers

with us just barely pulling through.

The days of my horrific, wide-eyed excitement

at the thought of highschool,

at the thought of learning..

What a nightmare.

I think it's just me, until I look around

only to see the glazed eyes

and limp bodies

of my fellow students,

All ready to jump at the chance to quite their favorite activity

and spit on its grave.

Foot shaking anxiously,

Exchanging constant glares w/ those who sit near,

Like zombies we go through the motions,

missing life as our free-time is work time

and procrastination is sleep.

The boy who used to laugh can barely manage a smile,

the girl who works hard is at her breaking point,

the dancer is injured and limp,

even the girl who is always sick

hasn't done her homework for three weeks.

The only brain power she has left is to write this poem to simply say

that she doesn't care.

She's limp, cold, mean,

and she doesn't care. 

Reviews

[escapingherself]

You've done an excellent job describing such a mundane, ordinary scene, shedding light on what it really is, from the perspective of someone who lives it every day. The imagery is fantastic.

[Fish]

Thank you! I really couldn't do anything else BUT write a poem about. I mean, really, looking around the room, it was full of overworked students with bags under there eyes staring at our latest assignment using any energy we had left to not rip it up and scream at our teacher... DX