Going On

i'm tired beyond tired
sick for way too long
i need the rest i deserve
yet can have not

7.30am, school
a place we can't escape
somehow still enjoy
yet i wonder why
don't we have a choice?

sitting on chairs hard as rock
we listen to what we're taught
as what people call 'education'
sing in our ears
yet hear not

the songs go on and on
like a soothing lullaby
in fact,
the best lullaby

our tired eyes close
darkness envelops
into deep slumber we fall
a feeling so sweet

then all of a sudden
the song halts
there it was
a split second of peaceful silence

no longer the lullaby
but a mocking tune
our ears can't escape
eyes flutter open

no more darkness
just the light
3 words heard 'sorry miss lara'
and the songs play again

then at 1.50pm
the bell rings
a relief soon to forget
for the day doesn't end
it goes on and on

we pack our bags
enjoy the moment of liberty
but it was not meant to be
for an end meant a start

2.30pm, cca
something brought by the moe
something we feel obliged to attend
something like an investment
something for a better resume

down the dungeon
into a strange new world
filled with darkness and terror
here a creature resides

the air is stale
with a distinct smell of metal
metal??
maybe it's those iron bars
iron bars?
just the cages we're held in

what was meant to build character
has brought unity
unity of it's prisoners
finding a mean of escape
to find flaws and loop holes
in this system we call cca

then the day moves on
we're left drained
but work never ends
does it?

through the night
we work our brains dry
we work our eyes blind
we see nothing no longer
but nonetheless our hands writes

work work work
what else have we to do?
it has a deadline
i have to go on

but there comes a point
nothing seems to matter
i sit on the ledge of the balcony
legs sprawled on the sloping roof

i tilt my head up
to gaze at the stars
like a dazzling jewel
of the ebony black sky

i think about my day
my work
my life
my present
my future

tears fill my eyes
though not knowing why
they stream down my cheeks
ever so warm and wet

i'm tired i know
but i have to go on

tears pour
my eyes go red
my cold hands wipe them away
looking at my glittering hands
i smile

i think about my past
my memories
my childhood
my times

and i know i've had good times
this is my life
i will go on


to think i wrote this during lit camp on sat
no part of it even seems poem-my
haha oh well!
(:

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