Studiously Tedious

A product of procrastination

I hunger for knowledge,
Est boire in thirst,
But food will not linger,
And drink still won’t turn.

 

Books wait in laughter,
Text-filled-
Ink-played-
Yet, I can’t read them,
I have been splayed.

 

Teacher, oh teach me.
Help me to see…
I promise to listen,
If you teach me today.

 

Take the burned lessons,
The morals in dust,
I’ll read them-
And feed them-
I’ll take them to heart.

 

You have a student,
One who will learn.

 

Teacher…
Oh teach me.
I know it's my turn.

Reviews

[Teenage poet]

It sounds like you want to be an intellectual person with intelegence beyond many years of learning. but there is another emotion which I can not define. It's like a desperation for it. Or something like that. It was still very well writen though. Nice job. Keep up the good work.

[Peter J. Hodgson]

I sense a degree of anger and frustration when I read this, this wanting to learn from those unwilling to accomodate right down to the books.