Off To My Living Hell Poem by Janelle Morehart

Off to my living hell


Sleep, sleep
Walking, waking
Walking, walking
Through the cold
Winter's cold
Waiting, waiting
For that creation
Made by man
To take me to my living hell
That yellow monster
Bleary eyed with sleep
I watch it come
Sighing as it does
Off to another day
To another world
Where freedom of speech
Is forgotten and spat upon
Where you are dumb
And they are smart
Stepping into that yellow monster
I am taken away
So far away
Yet always still close
To my safe haven
Daydreaming while I ride the monster
Till I reliaze Ive come to my stop
Sighing again
Wanting to run
Sigh once more
Oh well
Better to bare through it and get it done
Then I step off the yellow monster
Well, off to school

-Janelle Morehart-