The ending of an age, the turning of a page.
Another year flew past, looking too much like the last.
Spending hours sitting here, living quietly in fear.
Not for my life, or for my health, but for my family and myself.
Stress builds beyond the point of breaking, each new risk seems worth taking
Looking for a way to work, hoping not to go berserk
Writing papers for the team, harder than it may seem
Writing papers on my own, showing myself how much I’ve grown
Proof of learning coming soon, feel like flying to the moon
But the ending of this time, leaves me without a dime.
My future is fixed and yet unknown, I can only reap what I have sown.
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Approaching Graduation
PoetryA poem on the feelings and fears of nearing the end of my degree courses.