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.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poesiewords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
