Confined to a desk.
Blinking, breathing, silent thoughts.
Half-heartedly attempting to focus, rising above.
All the loud, obnoxious classmates I so dearly love.
Conversing,
Texting,
Pencil-tapping hyenas.
Shrieking and screeching their ravenous call, trading sarcastic looks.
Then there is me, scribbling and scratching in my notebook.
YOU ARE READING
A Handful of Words: An Anthology of Original Poetry
PoetryThis will be an on-going collection of every piece of poetry I write. Thanks!