Labs, projects, homework oh my
I need to write a paper, I shouldn’t have waited on
Still feel sore from track practice, and I feel like I could die
Be up all night long, till the dusk gives way to dawn
This suffering self-inflicted, why?
What even, all these years still here?
Took it out, cast it aside, forbade it to ever return
But it came back like like a hidden danger invisible but near
Dreams and hopes to work for, move towards, yearn
No more pain to feel, not even fear
This is the kind of stuff my mind creates at 1 in the morning. Forgive me, I’ve been busy and it’s been difficult to create novel, and heartfelt work. This one is a pattern, rhyming but also shape? It’s a little rough, but it conveys my point.
Thx for reading, have a great day