Semester Exam

Fluorescents flicker and fall upon bowed heads
And printed letter-paper, organized
By title, paragraph, number, and line,
Interrogations set in Bookman Old Style

And then words fall, flung bravely to each sheet
As desperate, inky thoughts flailing for breath
While to battered be by split infinitives
Demanding an A, praying for a prom date.

The paper's a mess, one’s mind is in shreds
Fluorescents flicker and fall upon bowed heads

Unsure of my faith,
I take down to the path that's vague,
Where there's paradox and limitless clues-
That somehow intervene these strings of hope,
Loops and knots assemble one by one that cause recurrent pain,
Shadowed by the blanket of darkness,
Illuminated by the edge of dawn,
A low sigh escapes,
Breathless and outdated-
Remorse lurks behind the doors of ache,
Ready to be set free once every ending year

Infectious cravings strike,
Day by day materializing,
Away from purity and humanity,
Somewhere, infatuating over labels and glamour,
Does it matter that people are dying?
Silent echoes of the wind swirl pass,
It's the shop's they are gathered around-
Where you hear only people engage and sounds of clitter clatter.

I pour out my heart to you
With words of love and forever
Promises of today and tomorrow
I try to sedate you with words of compassion
Because I know you're the one!

My wounds slit open
With blood oozing out
Spilling and emptying from my veins
My flesh so deeply ruptured
My heart almost beats its end
Only a minute away from death
My desires unheard
My story untold
I regret as I was once an introvert
Wanted the world to know me more
But nearing my death, no more!
It's not me internally that departs
Not just my soul
But also my existence will now only be a secret
Veiled and buried forever.

The full moon rises
with an echo from the corner
creaking sounds from the distance
hallucinating in the darkness
as the silhouettes of the night awaken my senses
hearing each and every sound
understanding the pain of tortured souls
grieving over poignant memories
hearts of those withered and souls decayed
tis the drug inhaled causing such serene
and ability to hear the ache of others.