When it comes to poems, people usually think it as a hard task to do and usually tries to avoid it. I think I am not too normal because I sometimes do poetry for fun, just like I read for entertainment.
So here is a poem I wrote, you read it firs then I will tell you about what I was doing.
I wish to be rain
Slight drops of ink marked on the window while I stare
Nice, clean, dry I am
In the humid, painful heaven I suffered
Envying the free particles
Envying the coolness
Envying the peace and quiet
On and on and on psychology
I am bored with a pond of ink
Diving into knowledge
I don’t know how to blink
I hope people can understand what I just wrote and what situation I was in. So I was in the humid, enclose psychology class, the teacher went on and on by himself and I have nothing to do but take some “notes” (I end up with this poem). I was looking out of the window and saw the rain drops sliding down the window, suddenly I have this feeling of wanting to be the rain drop. In the end “I don’t know how to blink”, I describe my pain of trying to stay awake.
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