Matthew Rousseau

Rookie - 0 Points (October 12th,1995 / St. Vincet Hospital)

Concentration - Poem by Matthew Rousseau

I concentrate for a week and produce an hour of homework
Trapped, buried or lost, there seems to be some sort of leak
I don’t why it has to be in the thinking process of my brain
However, My focus becomes as good as a de-railed train

This happens sparingly though
I eventually find a piece of art to show
To the crowd all around me
Piled up to the ceiling So that I cannot see

Whether I am strong or meek at the time
I get it done like a punishment for an unjust crime
Who makes these rules I’m not sure, I’ll pass
Remind me, why did I write this poem for literature class?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 31, 2012

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