Free Verse Poem, About Being Sick

Tired eyes, red eyes
Blinking to stay open
The teacher says,
Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four
But instead
Your head crashes
To your desk, And
you sleep.
No! your teacher cries,
You must work
But you reply,
I am sick, And
Today could I just sleep
Instead.
Alright, says the
Teacher, You must go to the nurse
First, You drag your legs,
Wearily, heavily
D
   o
     w
        n the long hall, And
Then home.