Blank Faces

Tired of the blank faces, 
taking up all these academic places, 
preoccupied with phones and games, 
distractions only equalled by the opposite sex, 
nothing floating in their heads, 
nothing learned, 
nohting gained. 

Tired of being excited about what I want to pass on, 
only to be trampled,
pushed aside, 
returned to sender. 

So often temptest o give up, 
or to let out what really needs to be said, 
about a lack of effort, 
inability to handle a challenge, 
instead I reamin in that quiet spot of confidence, 
whose voice says that I am right as I collect all the disregarded words in order to write the books they need so badly to read. 

T.S. Deary 
4/12/24