Zombieland

Written December 16, 2012

I sit through class

Scared as hell

Don’t look at me

I’m lost in my mind

Don’t call on me

I’m not here right now

 

I sit back

Close my eyes

 

But as I try to hide

I hear my name

Then I’m shook back to reality

 

When the bell rings

Walk to class like a zombie

Start the whole process over again

 

Until I’m released from my desk

Released from my prison

My chains

To go home

Back to my imagination

 

Until the pain has gone

Until these four years have passed

But until then we’re stuck in a zombieland. 

Reviews

[Annabelle Lee]

Sounds like physical science for hours at a time, no wonder my grade isn't the best in that class, I'm undead, thank you for that clarity :) naw, I'm just messin' but this was a great write, though juvenille, according to another reviewer, it's RELATABLE! and that's something to work for, how are you supposed to be able to reach people in the future if you can't relate to them now??? Great job

[Radacach]

thank you very much! glad you can RELATE to it!!

[Annabelle Lee]

Wooo. Caps rape is contagious

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

this is really wonderful! great job :D

[Trigorin]

Fairly evocative poem, but it does strike me as a little juvenile. This is fine for high-school poetry, but I think you'll find that once you actually get out of high school (or college, it's more or less the same situation) people won't really care about whatever you went through during high school or college. For that reason, while you've done a good job expressing yourself here, I do question whether or not this piece is really worth hanging onto. Just something to think about.

[Radacach]

thanks so much for the comment.