My Own Kind Of Poetry

Classes

I'm here sitting in class.
Waiting for the time to pass me by.

Listening but not really.
to any sounds

Any voices to come.

I'm here writing this,
Waiting for it to not last.

To everybody, to just move on.

To anticipate consequences.
To prepare them that..

I'll stay no longer more.

Nor in this class.
Not in my house.

Anyone's life.

Now I'm getting up,
ready to leave

To write no more
Or sit anymore.