The Struggle isn't That Real

In my english class we got an assignment to write a poem pretaining to war, a struggle, battle, ect. I sat there thinking for a long while and then got the idea to write it about writing it.

To tell us what to write is such a task.

How could someone do this sort of thing? I’d ask.

This frustrating assignment, oh what kind of person.

Pretty soon, I’m going to start cursin’.

It’s starting to put an ache in my head,

Honestly, all I want is to go back to bed.

Teenagers just need sleep, but god, are we deprived.

I still am amazed how we’re up and alive.

I feel as if I’ve been sitting here for years.

Thinking and thinking, wracking my brain to tears,

To spit out a poem that comes from the heart.

Oh man, oh man, when is it time to depart?

All day we wait for that bell,

The one we love yet hate as well.

This still baffles me to this day.

Along with some others which now I will say;

Our rush for the finish, yet our need for more time.

And my strange desire to have this rhyme

I could say so many more, but I’m babbling on.

Just a few more lines, I promise, and then I’m gone.

I think this is just about done

But I have one more thing to say before I run

This really wasn’t that hard, well, unless you thought too much

Just let your mind flow, like water and such.

Author's Note

In my english class we got an assignment to write a poem (metaphorically or literally) pretaining to war, a struggle, battle, ect. I sat there thinking for a long while and then got the idea to write it about writing it.

Reviews

[Calibaster]

This is great! It's true and very full of important emotions! Great job! ;) I loved it!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A touching piece really considering the context, well done and be careful of grammar.