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Drowning in Boredom

Updated on December 8, 2011

Sitting in class, a place i'd rather not be.

Writing my name on a paper, Irell Lee.

Clouds drifting, Sun shining, through the window i see.

This Professor's lecture does not appeal to me.

Time's up, I get up, make my way to the hallway;

This is my ritual, my schedule every day.

Voices pass me by, it's unknown what they say.

Winding staircases attempt to lead me astray.

In the next class I dwell, the end I await.

Topics of discussion, I can never relate

Regardless, I still strive to participate.

Its no use not to, my only choice is assimilate.

12:50, it's over, it's time to go.

Going home, go to sleep, until tomorrow.

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      A great poem ,

      I look forward to reading more by you.

      Take care

      Eddy.

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