This poem is a boring class
This poem is a dream longing to happen
This poem is death reaping upon your doorstep
This poem is a dreadful long hour
It is trying to resist the drenched pain
But, there is no success
This poem is the last few dregs of boredom
This poem is a boring class
This poem wonders if it will ever be pursued
And not dreamt
This poem has patiently awaited
Not knowing that its rivalry has viciously multiplied
This poem is a dream longing to happen
This poem is a deep sleep
Never to be awakened
This poem has silently captured its victims
It can’t be stopped, but, awaited
For it’s our never known future
This poem is death reaping upon your doorstep
This poem is the wanted haste hours of a boring class
This poem is the dream to all dreams
This poem is the mystic grievances of the dead
© Jivana Reddy
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GRADE 9
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