[A/N: I wrote this poem during our English Time. Wala kasing ginagawa 'yong mga hindi kasama sa program so our english teacher asked us to write a poem about how we feel at the moment. It was written year 2013 when I was a Junior HS student. Here's what I wrote.]
Time doesn't fly past.
My eyes, anywhere I would cast.
My energy is gone,
there's nothing productive in what I've done.
Tick-tock the clock goes.
The number of times it did, no one knows.
It felt like I was being beaten,
while this poem is being written.
It's like I'm extremely tired,
if I were in a job I'd rather be fired.
Aside from writing I was doing nothing.
It would be nicer if I was doing something.
I feel like the time was being wasted.
The frown in my face is pasted.
I wish for a change in this mood,
so that somehow I might feel good.
