The time comes
Up The time comes My poor people When i was a baby The Evil 

 

 

 

 

 

The Time Comes

 

Blink blink silence

I stare at my messy book

The English teacher wants me to write a poem

How can I start my journey?

 

I sit up straight and awake

And start thinking about my journey

My English isn’t great

I can’t do poetry

 

I take my pen

And begin to write

My lines count to ten

The rest of the page is white

 

The sun’s light is hidden

The sky is getting darker and darker…

I struggle to keep my eyes open

But I fall asleep with my dreams deeper and deeper…

                      *          *          *

The room is filled with clear light

I wake up in a shock

It is 8:00am!!!

I have to rush to school!

 

The time comes

My English teacher is coming

He calls my name

    Blink blink silence…

Written By: MeJ in 2001

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