a poem regarding finals

my eyes are red

they have bags

they are only thing that last

unlike my energy

my will to learn

my professor is rather stern

one more day

then freedom is mine

not sure I can wait all that time



I will blank

of that I’m certain

my luck has been awful this semester

so obviously I won’t recall the answers

must last the week

coffee is weak

not doing the trick

eyelids closing

hands shaking

unable to read the notes I’m taking

bad penmanship

turned the words into scribbles

why have I been laden with hands that are crippled?

unable to write the things they said

will this lecture ever end?

one last class until I can be free


though I disbelieve

college seems everlasting to me

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