Sleepy in class

The sun is up, and rubs itself all over my skin, 
Yet I feel no flames, just lead filled with lead
Hanging from my bottom eyelids, swinging.

Sunshades usually cast shadows on eye pain,
But this time, the sun can see right through me.
Nothing can save me it seems, sitting on this bench.

The sunshades cast shadows in the teacher's mind:
Sleeping? Not sleeping? No need to check, I suppose.
The lead's getting heavier, and pulls my head down.

The lead's getting heavier, and lulls me, eyes shut,
Head bent. The teacher draws on the board,
And all I remember is that I sleepily missed it all.

(c) nyonglema
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