click clack click
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.