By: Adam Weinberg
The sighs and cries make it hard to continue,
The sounds of blows make me sick like a bad menu.
I feel like I’m riding in a mournful train,
In the hallway thinking about the homework that gives me a strain.
The dim classroom seems filled with infected light,
I need to study my work to make it feel bright.
After staring at my test my eyes feel like burning coils.
My brain tells me that I will fail, but my heart believes that I will prevail.
A cafeteria like a dead cavern.
The complete opposite of a 5-star tavern.
The internet is going back and forth like a sunless tide.
I need to submit my classwork, or show that I at least tried.
Getting a bad grade feels like entering eternal dark.
No matter what I do it feels like I can’t reach the benchmark.
Looking at the gradebook is like a jump into fire and ice.
My head feels like a whirlwind, so maybe I should think twice.