the halls today are filled of walking husks of people heavy mutter clutter the air all are looking feeble
textbook-laden brains lips a-coffee stained eyes manic to the brim composure wearing thin
stress-filled laughters litter conversations, every word carry the burden of hard sleepless nights
some are carefree but most are buried inside the library a last ditch effort to arm the cavalry as the enemy nears the periphery
the bell rings loud the masses resort to silence, the death toll rang all around the campus
as the door came crashing down you can almost hear the desperate souls' silent cries as "FINALS" enter with a smile.
apology for the jumbled verses for this was born as my brain traverses between panic to dilemma from philosophies to subpoenas from economy to mitochondrias from pen to paper this poem I cater.
I just needed to let go of some steam. cause **** I'm so stressed right now.