Stay Awake in Class

Anvils pull eyelids heavy
as a teacher drones on and on.
Eyes yearn to slide shut
as a teacher keeps blowing up.

 

Curtains want to close
in a soft bed full of warmth.
Doors want to shut bringing
sweet dreams of you, to be with you.

Reviews

[Anjali]

Wow... So sweet! I loved the concept and the theme of this poem and I can relate to this poem. I loved it. Keep writing!