The clock ticks loud a heavy sound
She stares, unseeing, at the wall
Obligations all around, preparing,
For yet another to fall
Her book lays open, pages stark,
But the words just swim, a blurry haze
A fragile boat lost in the dark,
Through life’s demanding
Endless maze
She needs to rise, she needs to play her part
To smile,
To serve,
To laugh,
To be a perfect grace.
But weariness has seized her heart
A hollow shell, an empty space
The pressure mounts a crushing weight
To keep her grades, to keep the pace
She seals her weary, anxious state
Hoping soon, to find release
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A write of someone feeling the pressure of life getting on top of them, a very relatable write, well written
I remember those days. There was never enough time to learn what one needed to know and would be tested on as well as maintain social relationships and do family obligations or chores. But then it could have been worse and was in my father's day when in the depression he worked a job as well as went to school. Good write.
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