The books are stacked, a towering wall,
Each page a sneer, a mocking call.
Equations dance, a dizzying blur,
History's whispers, I can't endure.
My mind is numb, my spirit frayed,
By endless lessons, poorly played.
The clock ticks on, a heavy beat,
Another deadline, I can't meet.
The world outside, a vibrant hue,
But mine is gray, and leaking through.
I see the laughter, hear the song,
But I'm trapped here, where I don't belong.
A heavy weight upon my chest,
A constant ache, no time for rest.
The joy is gone, the spark has died,
Just weary sighs, I can't hide.
I long to break these binding chains,
To wash away these pouring rains.
To feel the sun, the gentle breeze,
And find some solace, if you please.
But here I sit, in dim-lit room,
Surrounded by this academic tomb.
And in the depths of my despair,
I'm drowning slowly, in the air.
Wrote this before my physics exam, truly stuck in this academic tomb of mine