J. Dover Poet Couplet

Thoughts In Class

The clock moves slow
But I can’t get off this seat lest I fall into snow
And all this time
I realize I only express myself in silent rhyme
Yet it’s all a blur
My stomach growls and kills me and creates a stir
I’m falling down
But I can’t sit here and bear it with this little frown
Just have to smile
Only for a little, you’ll be alone after a while
And then you cry
All my thoughts pour out my eyes, I wanna die
And now I’m fine
My eyes are clear, my face is too, I draw the line

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Carolyn Devonshire May 4, 2012 at 3:27 PM J, this poem is quite compelling. I remember sitting in school and watching the clock slowly tick past. Also was annoyed when my stomach growled. It seems you need to hide your tears until you are alone. When you get to that point where you want to die, reach out to a friend. Awesome, enlightening poem! Love, Caroyn J. Dover May 4, 2012 at 4:40 PM Thank you, Carolyn :)