Work

I meant to do my work,

But then my mind hurt,

It irked me so,

It hit me like a low blow,

My writing had no flow,

It's all stop and go,

I meant to do my work,

But things got in the way,

Things that were more important that day,

Now I'm stuck in the hay,

My grade are flying away,

Along with my hopes and dreams,

I wish they would stay,

Why do you hurt me this way,

I meant to do my work,

I really did,

But it went and hid,

It was locked under a lid,

I can't do my work,

It's so much it hurts,

Too late,

They closed the gate,

I was kicked out,

I was shut out,

Now I don't have any work.

All I have is dirt.

~A.R.M~