The clock is ticking, back and forth
the room is dark with only a dim study light
i'm slapping myself continuously,
i must focus on my book
the halls are silent, not a person awake..
I'm sharpening my pencil, and wiriting down notes
The ticking of the clock continues
The slience is frightening, i can't stand it alone
i turn on the radio, nothing good on
I turn it off and stare at my book
what a great night for cramming
my eyes grow eary yet i must stay awake
there's a big test tomorrow, I must stay awake
my eyes slowly close.. i drop my pencil to the ground..
my head slams into my book, so much for cramming
Poetry » School Rated: K, English, Poetry, Words: 130, Published: 3/13/2003