Sifting threw my numerous papers of
Stuff to learn
AP biology with the synapse of the nerve cell
And the phosphorylation of
Well
Something.

I numbly flicker threw these pages
Resigned deep within myself to a deep and dark and silent place.
Full of self doubt
Inadequacy
Failure

So much to do with so little will
But my mind is off ---

Never mind.
This poem isn't very good
The meter ***** and the allusions don't allude.
I'm better off just going to sleep
Laying their to miserable to weep

My mind will drift away across the waves
Of a far off lake
A while back

When all I had to worry about
Was what to have for a snack
But crap.

I'll never know those days again
I'll never be able to easily pick up a pen
To write my auto biography
Of the ups and downs I guess the topography
Of my life.

I'm bleeding my sorrows into the paper
But in reality I don't bleed

I'm instead sitting here on bended knee to plead

God don't let my life be known as a pesky ****

Give me some confidence so that I might lead

A life respectable to help those in need

With their suffering and pain
Lord lift me from my pit
Of despair and show me the smell of clean air
Put my feed under me and say "Go"