29 April 2012
Tiredness rolls in, Like a wave on the wind, But I can't sleep, My boredom's too deep.
I just want to leave, Get out of this hell, You say 5 minutes left, So I wait for the bell.
I sit in my seat, My head in my hand, And I write this poem, Like a sailor waiting for land.
Tick tock, Goes the clock, Tick tock, It never stops.
It keeps moving forward, But no time is passing, So I wait still for the bell, To end this hell.
The Test • Opuss № I