Dazing off in my world

Trapped in a metal desk
away form the outside world
The talking of teachers voices
far away in twists and whirls
The class falls silent behind me
their voices barely a whisper
I am use to this silent world
with the dark gray sky's, that
cover my fields.
I look up lazily in my seat not suprised that I am alone.
The soft "hum" of the heater
is the only source of known.
Alone in the my world, forever I shall stay.

((Please write a comment after you read this. I want to know if I suck at writing poems))