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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

Date: 5/4/2012 3:27:00 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
Date: 5/4/2012 4:40:00 PM

Thank you, Carolyn :)