Category: Poetry
Subject: The overwhelming stress of year-end deadlines.
Here comes hell weekβthe end is near,
It's almost over, yet I can't even cheer.
Homework, projects, examsβwhere does it end?
Numbers and words blur, I can't comprehend.
"It'll be worth it." I whisper, a desperate refrain,
Still, the weight on my chest whispered back in disdain.
A sigh escapesβraw, heavy, sore,
A silent plea, "I can't take much more..."
Too many tasks, why should I even bother?
The weight of this burden keeps pulling me under.
I need a moment to take it all in,
Breathe in, breathe outβwhere do I begin?
In this academic world, can I call for a timeout?
Or am I just stuck as the deadlines shout?
No matter how hard I try to keep still,
The pressure consumes meβit bends my will.
I want to restβI do, yet my thoughts ignite,
A wildfire raging, devouring the night.
"I haven't done this, I haven't done that,"
Trapped in the smokeβI can't see where I'm at.
"Just leave it be, it's not a big deal."
Oh, but it isβthis nightmare is real.
It's draining my energy, leaving me weak,
And every sleepless night makes the morning seem bleak.
Stress and expectations pour down like a storm,
No one to hear me, no embrace to keep me warm.
Am I just dramatic, or is it too much to bear?
"All students struggle," they sayβbut do they truly care?
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