Category : Poems

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Slumped on the ever creaking chair
Rocking back and forth
He could do nothing more than stare
At the clock above the door
Fixed onto its every move
The suspense hovering in the air
Could no longer he endure
The boredom he long had bear


As he mingled with his pencil
The teacher continued to drone on
Writing up what seems to be another equation
Never looking back
at little Amier suffering 
Under boredom’s merciless wrath


When will it end?
When will the bell ring?
How he long for a time
He could actually do something


Chained to his seat
Unable to speak
He looked up at the ceiling
And screamed silently in his head


As he realised
That about only a minute ago
That class has started