Days In College Poem by Blessing Asake

it was precisely nothing,
I can't think straight,
I have no smell of the living,
I'm either dead not alive,
but I can't think nor imagine
the union between my vessel.

the cup of the day was my turn,
but I have no water to drink,
they said the turn was wrong,
who then or now can accept such
offer?
who will be by myside?

I stick to one,
they said I have to let go,
I have to let go but my days
in college keep calling:
where will I be if I let go?
are they my doings?

when will my days call for one?
which day I'm I going to sing the
college anthem?
on what hope is left for my days?
i wish to Quinn the days in my
college.

onto which part should i part
the aloe?
I summon the spirit of been a
student,
I will never resist the incantations
of reading, and I never pledge to
stop writing,
my days in college.