keys are pressed and the girl who is pressing them types away
assignments are flooding her brain sigh can i do anymore?
papers litter the desk blue light flooding the girl's face one thing's for sure she won't be able to sleep tonight
typing on her laptop computer hair up dark room only light is coming from the computer
and she hates it
the clock reads 10:48 red led lighting up a small part of the room hardly bright enough to read
click clack click
squinting her eyes she leans forward there's not much more she can do a yawn escapes her mouth but she keeps working
because she knows that she has to finish this tonight or wrath will be unleashed on her so she works and works
stress on her mind papers full of unfinished work she knows she'll never finish it all but she could at least try
another yawn escapes and she scolds herself for feeling tired but it isn't her fault as her eyes grow heavy and she falls asleep
dreaming of unfinished papers
I've never been in this type of experience before, but I've never written a poem about this before, so I thought it was worth a try. It follows a young girl in college struggling to finish all of her work, battling with exhaustion.