Poetry by Emily F.

Torpidity (Scaffolded from "Requiescat" by Matthew Arnold)

Sitting silently at her desk, desk
        And never an idle thought!
In the classroom she would confess,
        Was the tense fight or fought?

Her intelligence the classwork needed;
          She worked diligently.
But the boringness of the work she hadn't heeded, heeded,
          And so she worked tiredly.

Her eyes were dropping, dropping,
          With colors of red and orange.
But for her classwork she was not stopping,
           And now her determination would plunge.

Her apertures slowly falling.
            They open'd and closed once more.
During class it doth become
             A wall of slumber.