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Sleepy in class

Yet I feel no flames, just lead filled with lead
Hanging from my bottom eyelids, swinging.

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

By nyonglema

I love to write to inspire, to salvage and to heal. I believe there's power in word and language that can cure all the ills which take away human love an life. Keep reading, you'll find yourself.

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