Poetry of sorts

Cliff

In certain areas,
I'm falling.

In different subjects,
I'm crawling to survive.
The never ending cycle of work.

With the weekend coming to an end,
how can I relax anymore?
The truth is, I can't.

So with my hands hanging,
for my dear life.
I'll fight through the loads,
and defeat this strife.

Even if I happen to fall,
from this never ending cliff.
I'll climb up the wall,
and give it my all.

I'll fight through the hundreds of assignments,
giving each one thought.

Figuring out each difficult spot,
and giving it my best shot.