I Sleep in Every Class

(An original poem by Ty Thomas)

Bursting with reckless abandon
I am a creature of the night
But come the time of day
When school demands attention . . .

I sleep in every class.

The teachers are all rising
My eyes are slowly drooping
The clock rings seven forty-five
I'm down and out, lost in the sands 

I'm jolted every forty-five
My mind still half-way trapped inside
Drifting through the halls, I wander
Hoping I'll find my bed in time 

Visions break through reality
Fall into half-sentient sight
I can't remember anything
Past, present, or the president

Through blurry sight, red numbers shine
Two thirty-three, two minutes left
Until I rise up for the night
Ready to rule my little world

Alarm bells ring, and teens chatter
Sight going weary . . .
Limbs growing cold . . . 
I collapse on the tiled floor 

Only to find it soft and warm
I find myself within it
Then my mind screams out to me
"It was but all a dream." I sigh.

My clock reads three in the morning
I lie in bed, awake and alive
Perhaps a being of the night
Would have been born without any dreams . . .

To keep him firmly trapped in sleep
Yet make his mind run wild, alive.