Typing Poem by Isabelle Smith

Click, clack as the keys go down
The things I type moving as I try to drown
Loud noises her and everywhere
As I try to stare
At the screen, I will go on
That's when I give a yawn
I'm exhausted now drowsy
And my work looks really lousy
I open up a brand new page
As I try to gage
When will i touch my pillow next
I give a longing gaze at my bed as I change my text
Then I work with my whole heart
And I do my part
It's eleven o'clock and I am almost done
I click send and it's over I know clearly won
One more look my bed can't wait
I'm three hours over-date
I burrow under covers that slowly melt my frown
The soothing sounds inside my head Click, clack as the keys go down