School Storm

23 Jan

I look at the board

Through tired, sleepy eyes

Boredom courses in my veins

My mind is already a thousand miles away.

 

I’m running through a wide open field

Cold, harsh wind against my cheeks

My hair blowing behind me

Like ripples on a lake.

 

The faint sound of thunder is heard

As a storm looms ahead

Threatening to ruin the perfection

Just like the test in the afternoon.

 

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