A week's worth staring and starting over
Only to finish the work right before it's deadline,
My brain works better under the stress of it
The what ifs of not finishing on time
And sometimes it works against me,
On the days when I fall asleep at the desk
Or get overwhelmed by the mere thought of it,
When the write up never gets written
But other times it's where my best work comes from,
The adrenaline rushing through my veins
As I glance between the clock and the essay
Praying that I'll be able to finish before midnight,
And the feeling when I turn it in at 11:59 p.m.
Knowing I almost lost my points on my grade,
It's stupid I know
But it's the only thing I can do to get my blood pumping
It's like it restarts my brain
And for the hour it takes to finish I feel alive again.
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Friday, August 28th (166th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
