The gloom sets in from Sunday night <br />When your mom reminds you <br />'Go to sleep, its 8, <br />You have school tomorrow, don't you? ' <br />Mumbling, and grumbling <br />And cursing under your breath <br />You think, 'Monday mornings are worse than <br />The most painful death' <br />Next morning you are shaken awake <br />Quite violently by your mother <br />Looking at the time, you have to think <br />'Why does she even bother? ' <br />Dragging your feet across the floor <br />You splash water on your face <br />Then you make your way back to your room <br />At a slow and steady pace <br />As you cram random books inside your bag <br />Realization dawns upon you <br />'Yikes! I haven't done my homework, <br />Oh man! I'm gonna be chewed! ' <br />'No time! ', you think, glancing at the clock <br />'I might as well copy off someone in school' <br />Grudgingly, you step out of your home, thinking, <br />'Mondays are so not cool! ' <br />In school, the teacher literally blasts you, yelling, <br />'You had a whole weekend didn't you? ' <br />You mumble an inaudible sorry but you're thinking, <br />'Guess what? I have a life and six other subjects too! ' <br />The rest of the day passes by slower <br />Than a turtle trying to walk on glue <br />As every minute seems to stretch into days <br />And you're writing till your hands turn blue <br />As we look at our watches tick in extra-slow motion <br />We bang them on the desks, but in vain <br />Some of them have started breaking the chairs <br />Most of them have gone insane <br />The final bell is like a blessing <br />The most soothing sound to our ears <br />As we scream and run out of the prison <br />Where we feel like we've been trapped for years.<br /><br />Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miserable-monday-2/
