A Poet's Dying Breath
Saturday, November 22, 2014
The words dried up,
Lost and stolen
In the mad dash
As the semester ends.
I hardly sleep,
I hardly eat,
Consumed by papers
And anxiety that I
Cannot escape,
Not with the current path.
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