walking down the same path,
I have to think,
what was the homework for math?
Did we have any at all?
Or did I miss it, focusing on my book instead?
Sitting in the tram,
I have to think,
Have I messaged Sam?
Did I message him at all?
Or did I forget it all, never sending in the first place?
Sitting in class,
I realise,
damn,
I should have texted sam.
The teacher checking for homework,
my notebook at another house,
one I lent out for help.
Now I'm sat in class,
sitting,
waiting until my cover is blown.
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Author:
atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I forgot my homework too often, so happy im catching up
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Comments3
I really like this one. The notion of overthinking homework and life is very relatable.
A poem of thoughts out of synch and consequences for actions not well thought out. A good read
Nicely said
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