The clock
Was restless
In anticipation
Of another day
The girl
Was helpless
To keep procrastination
At bay
The work
Was senseless
And wouldn’t
Go away
The day
Was useless
Windy
And gray
The outlook
Was pointless
But she’d promised
To stay
The desire
Was reckless
To find
Another way
The afternoon
Was zealous
Beseeching her
To play
The schoolbook
Was jealous
Begging her
Not to sway
The convincing
Was endless
And she became
Its prey
The pendulum
Was voiceless
With nothing else
To say
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 
Very relatable for me…
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Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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It’s hard when that outlook becomes pointless. Things aren’t always what we hoped for or expected.
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Starting with this school! Ughhhhhh!!!!
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I know. Lol
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