18 April, 2015

The Week before Finals- Day 19

Twas the week before Finals
and all through the week
The dishes and laundry
sat dirty and meek

The nights were all endless
the mornings a blur
The chain-smoking smells
masked by incense and Myrrh

No lives were at stake
nothing quite so severe
But possibly failing
was a palpable fear

The to-do list was mighty
friends and lovers ignored
The nightmare would end
All A’s the reward

She had to take breaks
every hour on the hour
Without them her head
would begin to get sour

And just when she thought
she would never survive
The essays were written
And her soul did revive

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