This is my first poem to post in the internet. I know I'm not a good
writer, but I love to write! This poem was made during my CL class today.
CL stands for Christian Living. I am a Catholic and this subject is all
about God. So for those who aren't Catholic or Christian, sorry! I have no
idea why I posted this. Perhaps just for fun! I Enjoy this very weird and
short poem!

Boredom
The sun gleams against the window
The trees dancing with the breeze
A woman moving swiftly across the room
Moving her chalk-filled hands with ease
41 others sat on their desks
Some listening, some playing, some texting, some drawing
My hands move around my paper as I attempted to draw a girl
I never realized how CL could be so boring
Seconds seem like minutes
Minutes seem like hours
Hours seem like days
My class all wishing freedom was ours
One minute has passed; I groan impatiently
Only 50 more minutes before class is done
50 more minutes before finally free
Just 50 more minutes before I have won
Another minute has passed, again I groan
Why does time seem so slow when you want it fast
My teacher says something, yet I do not care
I want CL to finish at last!
I stare sleepily at the window
With my hands supporting my head
I wish this were over
So I could finally lie on my own bed
But alas, I have to endure these agonizing moments
There moments of pure torture and of pure boredom
I slump on my chair and twirl my dark brown hair
Wishing only for one single thing. FREEDOM!!!

Haha! That was stupid, right? But please review! And also, I am trying to
write a story and will probably post it sooner or later. So don't forget
this penname! And R-E-V-I-E-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!