Just sitting here,
Looking up into nothing,
Everything almost at a deathly silence,
People walking around me like zombies,
Teacher going on and on,
The sound of drums echoing all around me,
Barley any one walks through the semi quiet halls,
My focus is brought back to where I am now,
I guess this is what sever boredom feels like.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem