Migraines.
I feel like a heavyweight;
I hang my head and hold my face,
loosely clutch my other hand
as if to pray, and
take another swig of green tea
in case that'd be the hell with my memory
but it wouldn't be long until I take another glance at the screen
to accomplish what is yet to be released
because that's college for you.
Maybe some 1,000 IU would do
but even I'll feel spry at times, hence I eschew,
and then I'll be back at this newer, studious route...
Woe is me.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoezjaWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
