Fatigue


Four boring white walls
All staring at me with the same boring look everyday
Holding educational posters that have no meaning.
They put me in a trance.
Whispers to my overworked ears
Egging me to fall into a exasperated rest
Tick toc the clock screams at me from across the way
My head is a ton of bricks on my neck
As I try to pay attention to the mild toned teachers.
I don’t mean to fall into a slumber

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