Yawning in a science lesson, so bored - as I've completed all classwork. I've used a spider as a metaphor for boredom. - 04 November 2005.
Tired; as I turn and rest
My hand on my face, looking.
Looking at the teary image as
I widen my mouth, yawning.
Concentrated on the hands that turn
Each second: a click, a tock,
Seeming to stop, and not resume
To normal, of which I desire.
Burning eyes, near the crying.
Laughs that echo past me,
- They have fun while I get caught,
Caught in this web, dying
As this spider that crawls by.
Go away, go away!
Abstract textures against me,
Frustrated; waiting for the break
That allows me, sets me free,
Free to eat and escape this web.
Curling away from this boredom.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-04 at 08:21
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Let me dream.
Sick in sorrow and boredom,Tired; as I turn and rest
My hand on my face, looking.
Looking at the teary image as
I widen my mouth, yawning.
Concentrated on the hands that turn
Each second: a click, a tock,
Seeming to stop, and not resume
To normal, of which I desire.
Burning eyes, near the crying.
Laughs that echo past me,
- They have fun while I get caught,
Caught in this web, dying
As this spider that crawls by.
Go away, go away!
Abstract textures against me,
Frustrated; waiting for the break
That allows me, sets me free,
Free to eat and escape this web.
Curling away from this boredom.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 989 times
Written on 2005-11-04 at 08:21
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