(I wrote this poem still in partial fulfillment of my Lit3 course. This is a free verse.) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Six thirty in the morning, a partly rainy morning. <br />The room is dark ‘cause of the cloud covering the light of the sun. <br />My phone alarms in its loudest volume. <br />But I turn it off. <br /> <br /> <br />Seven o’clock in the morning. <br />From the opened window, outside is still in dark. <br />I now have thirty minutes, before my ComSci laboratory starts. <br />I sit blankly on my bed. <br />Unknowingly, my body voluntarily falls back to my pillow. <br /> <br /> <br />Seven and twenty-nine in the morning. <br />My eyes hurts when fluorescent light wake me up. <br />I gaze at my alarm. <br />Gosh! One minute is left. I hurry to the bathroom. <br /> <br /> <br />On my one last minute, I don’t make it to class.<br /><br />Johnna Mae Barrios<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-minute/
