My next quadrille:

Exhausted, I embrace
The plump pillows of bed,
Body bawling for respite,
After the sweat it’s shed*.

Ears entreating for peace,
Mind scared by din
Of a bedeviling burden
That gets under my skin.

They torment me terribly,
Time bound, yet timeless
Online classes.

-The Forgers of Fantasy

*Metaphorical for its toil.

This has been penned for the DVerse quadrille prompt, where poets were asked to pen quadrilles including any form of the word scare. You can access the prompt at https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/31/quadrille-163-lets-scare-up-some-poems/

For more such poems,refer The Forgers of Fantasy