Day Dreaming in Class

The teacher talks
The students talk
But I don't hear
The murmuring voices
I strain my ears
But the sound fades further
My sight goes black
I can't see
Out of the blue
Everything returns
But what I hear
I screams of death
What I see
Is bloody fields
I look on in horror
Then everything fades once again
Senses return to me
And everything is silent
Everyone is looking at me
"Well?" the teacher asks
"Well what?" I reply
The teacher sighs and asks
"Where you even paying attention?"
"No, not really."


Note: this poem is one of many "day dreaming" poems that I have written, all seem a bit repetative, and I apologize for such.