Pages turn like restless nights,
Each line a step, each word a fight.
My pen bleeds thoughts I cannot say,
In silent ink, they find their way.
The clock ticks loud against my chest,
Reminding me I’ve no true rest.
Books stare back with heavy eyes,
Filled with truths and hidden lies.
A desk that carries quiet weight,
Of dreams that fear arriving late.
A mind stretched thin, yet reaching wide,
With hope and doubt both locked inside.
They say, “Just pass, just do your best,”
But never speak of this unrest.
Of trembling hands before a test,
Or racing thoughts that steal my breath.
Yet in the dark of midnight’s glow,
When answers come, soft and slow,
A spark ignites, a gentle flame
Perhaps I’m more than just a name.
More than numbers, grades, and scores,
More than all I’m striving for.
For in these trials, I start to see
The strength that’s quietly shaping me.
So let the ink stain all my days,
Through winding paths and pressured ways.
For every mark upon this page
Is proof I’ve grown beyond this stage.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC
Pages turn like restless nights,
Each line a step, each word a fight.
My pen bleeds thoughts I cannot say,
In silent ink, they find their way.
The clock ticks loud against my chest,
Reminding me I’ve no true rest.
Books stare back with heavy eyes,
Filled with truths and hidden lies.
A desk that carries quiet weight,
Of dreams that fear arriving late.
A mind stretched thin, yet reaching wide,
With hope and doubt both locked inside.
They say, “Just pass, just do your best,”
But never speak of this unrest.
Of trembling hands before a test,
Or racing thoughts that steal my breath.
Yet in the dark of midnight’s glow,
When answers come, soft and slow,
A spark ignites, a gentle flame
Perhaps I’m more than just a name.
More than numbers, grades, and scores,
More than all I’m striving for.
For in these trials, I start to see
The strength that’s quietly shaping me.
So let the ink stain all my days,
Through winding paths and pressured ways.
For every mark upon this page
Is proof I’ve grown beyond this stage.
The poem talk about academic life