My New World
One year
of no sleep.
My skin pale
and eyes weak.
Every new book
is a new world.
I skip math
to read under the desk.
Grades suffer,
what a mess.
Can’t put them down,
far too hard.
Having no will
is hard to hide.
My friends reminded
me to eat.
They never looked
down at me.
A gentle voice finally
pulled me away
from the sci-fi place.
Eyes deep blue
and hair the shade of moon.
Worlds collapsed
from my soul.
He replaced them
and filled the hole.
Hey, thank you so much for comenting on my other poems. I'm learning so much. {I'm not being sarcastic).
