'Sleeping Into The Hands Of Boredom' Poem by Kevin Wang

Seconds passing by
each one too slow
falling down in an endless pit by the second I sigh
the clock stopped by the second tied by the bow

falling into dark hands
hands of boredom
wishing the sands of time would ring
the ring awaits
the gong awaits
teasing me into boredom
threatening me to sleep

awaiting as if it were a sign
choosing the fate of your soul
boredom drifts
around the sullen bubble

a worsened atmosphere
drags life longer
played as a puppet
by the devil's hands

no choice
but
darkness envelops around
eye lid's drooping in a sudden glare
still hearing the monotone of the teacher robot
going on and on
seeming not coming to an end
drifts me slowly to daydreaming
and finally
the nightmare broke through again
when the eyelids fell
there in good hands
with dreams in the heart to overwhelm the thoughts in your mind
sweet dreams and still walking in this endless corridor
still waiting for the bell to ring
still waiting
still sleeping
now case closed