Highschool blues..

Just a little rhyming poem about school and waiting for it to be done.

Walking through the halls,

with a blur everything will soon pass

Slowly slip in the door, to another late class

Bury your head in your arms

And let reality float away

Once the bell rings, hell

You gotta come back for another day.

Author's Note

tell me what you think..

Reviews

[Rain]

I liked this short piece. It took me back. Poems are best when less is used to say more. You did that with this write. I spent most of my time looking out the window, when the lessons were being taught. I carried the same routine with me when I got out of school. Life would be trying to teach me a lesson, and I was busy looking out the window. lol. Good write. Rain..

[Mir]

I like this poem. It's soooo true! haha great work! :)