Poetry of sorts

Ache

The words I write,
are making my fingers ache.
They feel no longer light,
as the time continues to the night.

My hands feel numb,
as I can not feel them right now.

They feel heavy,
like I'm wearing bricks on each wrist.
I can't seem to persist,
and that's the gist.

My hands ache because,
I have a due assignment for class.
I can't afford to take a pause,
for my last grades may never pass.

I struggle to draw,
and write many pages.
I seem to claw,
through the hours that seem like ages.

So with shaking hands,
and eraser bits.
With all my plans,
I hope to end my teachers fits.