You drag me down as I open my eyes
to shut the deafeaning racket of alarm.
As I turn the pages,
you mock me.
In the classroom I feel nothing but you.
Wiping off my hardwork,
have nothing in my mind except you.
When I eat,talk, walk,
your presence haunts me.
Sometimes I call you to ease my worries,
and then you attack me,
my body defeats me,
caressing me with magical dreams,
wrapping me in the cocoon of warmth and hope.
Only to wake up to
that defeaning racket again.
© the weird one